In the past, Xu Zhinan could not have imagined that one day Lin Qingye would show such an expression in front of her.
Lin Qingye drank, and his rational nerve was also soaked by alcohol. It was already in a precarious state and would break if he was not careful.
His voice was heavily drunk, and it sounded like the soft Wu dialect.
It was the sound of something hitting the ground.
Lin Qingye frowned: "Change it."
The lights in the store were half turned off. She walked back to the workbench, opened the curtain and wanted Lin Qingye to leave, but found that he had fallen asleep.
After Xu Zhinan finished speaking, he glanced at him, lifted the curtain and went out, then closed it again without leaving any gap.
Lin Qingye glanced at it and didn't reply. He threw the phone aside and it slid into the gap between the sofa.
"Do you have any clean clothes?"
His arrogance and brilliance have faded away, and now he is lonely and alone, as if he has been abandoned.
The boy looked a little haggard, with blue under his eyes, and his face seemed to be thinner, with clearer features, and narrow eyes that were narrowed at the corners, making him look even colder and more unapproachable.
Lin Qingye took Xu Zhinan out through the side door.
She does have a pair of very beautiful eyes. In fact, the saying "eyes are the windows to the soul" really makes people feel it is a true saying when applied to Xu Zhinan.
Lin Qingye frowned and reacted a little slowly, not knowing whether he was hallucinating or it was real. Only when he heard the rustling sounds from the bedroom again did he prop up his drunken body from the sofa and go into the house.
She grabbed Lin Qingye's arm.
Slender white arms, two thin straps on the shoulders, revealing a large smooth and thin back. The person is lying on his side with his arms folded, and his chest is squeezed and looks magnificent.
Four or five girls in high school uniforms were standing outside the door, pointing at the tattoo shop's doorplate and talking about something with a smile. It looked like they were about to come in.
She hardened her heart and before she could even say the words to admit that she no longer liked him, there was a sudden commotion at the door.
After hearing what she said, the girls couldn't get angry at all and could only leave.
This was the first time he called Xu Zhinan like this.
As soon as I went out, those girls came in.
She walked behind Lin Qingye, struggled for three seconds, and finally took a deep breath, pinched the hem of his clothes and rolled it up carefully.
He was tortured by the "pitiful" feeling of the snowy night, by the light, sympathy and pride in her eyes at that time, but he also wanted to worship her as a god, just like that day when she stood under the street light, with darkness all around and only her light.
Four or five girls in high school uniforms were standing outside the door, pointing at the tattoo shop's doorplate and talking about something with a smile. It looked like they were about to come in.
Just as she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of a corner of ointment sticking out of Lin Qingye's trouser pocket - it was a purple tube. Xu Zhinan was very familiar with this ointment. She had once encountered a customer whose tattoo was inflamed and infected, and she had given the other person this ointment.
The boy looked a little haggard, with blue under his eyes, and his face seemed to be thinner, with clearer features, and narrow eyes that were narrowed at the corners, making him look even colder and more unapproachable.
Lin Qingye couldn't calm down, so he drank himself unconscious. He fell drowsily on the sofa, put the back of his hand on his forehead, and half closed his eyes.
Xu Zhinan had no time to care about anything else. Right now, the age group that paid the most attention to Lin Qingye should be little girls like this.
She walked behind Lin Qingye, struggled for three seconds, and finally took a deep breath, pinched the hem of his clothes and rolled it up carefully.
He has always been like this, not enthusiastic about anything. Guan Chi has long been used to it. When he heard him say that, he just shut up and didn't ask any more questions.
She hardened her heart and before she could even say the words to admit that she no longer liked him, there was a sudden commotion at the door.
Is it inflamed
His movements were too rough. Xu Zhinan woke up with a frown and struggled to pry open his eyelids.
If they really recognized Lin Qingye and found him in her store, she wouldn't know how to explain it if the news got out.
Lin Qingye was sitting on the sofa in the living room. The bedroom door was not closed, and from his angle he could just see the narrow figure.
After screwing the ointment cap back on and putting it back next to Lin Qingye, Xu Zhinan went to the inner room to wash his hands. When he came out, he saw that the ointment had dried, so he put his clothes down.
Xu Zhinan glanced at them and asked, "Are you adults?"
The obsession of these years was released at this moment, the dream came true, but it tasted better than the dream.
Xu Zhinan didn't want to be known by everyone in this way.
As soon as I went out, those girls came in.
He has always been like this, not enthusiastic about anything. Guan Chi has long been used to it. When he heard him say that, he just shut up and didn't ask any more questions.
She didn't know what she drank, but the aftereffects were so strong that she couldn't even walk when she left. Lin Qingye grabbed her arm and asked in a low voice: "Hold me?"
"There is no legal provision, but my shop does not provide tattoos for minors." Xu Zhinan calmed down from his previous emotions, and his voice softened again as he explained to them, "Although tattoos are also considered art, you will find that many jobs will have restrictions on this when you look for jobs in the future. So it is not recommended that you get tattoos at such a young age. It will be very troublesome if you regret it later."
She grabbed Lin Qingye's arm.
"Sister, are you the owner of this store?" one of the girls asked.
She didn't answer, and felt like vomiting again, but nothing could come out, and her face turned red.
The girl's palms felt a little cold. Without saying a word, she pulled him to the workbench and then pulled up the curtain outside completely, leaving no gap.
After screwing the ointment cap back on and putting it back next to Lin Qingye, Xu Zhinan went to the inner room to wash his hands. When he came out, he saw that the ointment had dried, so he put his clothes down.
The boy looked a little haggard, with blue under his eyes, and his face seemed to be thinner, with clearer features, and narrow eyes that were narrowed at the corners, making him look even colder and more unapproachable.
It was amidst all this noise that Lin Qingye had a dream, and he dreamed about what happened in the bar that night.
Is it inflamed
Ji Yan sent him another message, asking if anything had happened.
The girl was stunned: "Is there a law that prohibits minors from getting tattoos?"
"You stay here for a while."
"There is no legal provision, but my shop does not provide tattoos for minors." Xu Zhinan calmed down from his previous emotions, and his voice softened again as he explained to them, "Although tattoos are also considered art, you will find that many jobs will have restrictions on this when you look for jobs in the future. So it is not recommended that you get tattoos at such a young age. It will be very troublesome if you regret it later."
His arrogance and brilliance have faded away, and now he is lonely and alone, as if he has been abandoned.
In the past, he had only heard her friends call her that from a bystander's perspective, and it was very intimate, but he was not qualified to do so.
After Xu Zhinan finished speaking, he glanced at him, lifted the curtain and went out, then closed it again without leaving any gap.
Out of professional ethics, Lin Qingye was getting the tattoo on her body, and Xu Zhinan couldn't just let it continue to get inflamed. It would be very troublesome if it got to the point of skin infection.
Ji Yan sent him another message, asking if anything had happened.
As soon as I went out, those girls came in.
Even though I could barely walk, I still didn't forget to say thank you.
As soon as I went out, those girls came in.
They were wearing high school uniforms. Xu Zhinan glanced at the words on their chests: No. 7 Middle School.
Their lips were almost touching, but Lin Qingye stopped again, maintaining this distance, with his Adam's apple sliding up and down smoothly.
Ji Yan sent him another message, asking if anything had happened.
The girl's palms felt a little cold. Without saying a word, she pulled him to the workbench and then pulled up the curtain outside completely, leaving no gap.
By this calculation, she is Lin Qingye's junior schoolmate. She remembers that Lin Qingye also went to No. 7 Middle School.
She pursed her lips tightly and applied a thick layer of ointment without changing her expression.
Slender white arms, two thin straps on the shoulders, revealing a large smooth and thin back. The person is lying on his side with his arms folded, and his chest is squeezed and looks magnificent.
The smile on the girl's face froze. She had no choice but to complain: "How come your management is stricter than that of bars and internet cafes?"
She walked behind Lin Qingye, struggled for three seconds, and finally took a deep breath, pinched the hem of his clothes and rolled it up carefully.
She remembered what he said to her just now: An Nan, you don’t like me anymore.
The sofa was very soft and sank, as if it was slowly sinking into a quagmire.
Lin Qingye turned and walked out of the bathroom entrance, and casually put the "Under Repair" sign next to him at the door.
The boy looked a little haggard, with blue under his eyes, and his face seemed to be thinner, with clearer features, and narrow eyes that were narrowed at the corners, making him look even colder and more unapproachable.
"Sister, are you the owner of this store?" one of the girls asked.
Xu Zhinan turned over the "Welcome" wooden board on the door frame so that it read "Relaxing", and then he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Give me one."
Xu Zhinan glanced at the workbench nearby nervously, fearing that the drunk Lin Qingye might cause trouble.
She was drunk and her feet slipped and she rolled off the bed and couldn't get up.
Lin Qingye looked at her, frowned, walked forward and was about to help her, but Xu Zhinan waved his hand away.
"Um, what's up?"
But at that moment he suddenly thought of the scene when he first met Xu Zhinan.
The lights in the store were half turned off. She walked back to the workbench, opened the curtain and wanted Lin Qingye to leave, but found that he had fallen asleep.
She was drunk and her feet slipped and she rolled off the bed and couldn't get up.
The bathroom door closed again, and Lin Qingye sat on the sofa outside and lit a cigarette.
"Give me one."
Xu Zhinan glanced at the workbench nearby nervously, fearing that the drunk Lin Qingye might cause trouble.
He originally thought that this would be a sleepless night, but unexpectedly it was the best sleep he had had in the past two years.
Their eyes met, but she didn't react. She just stared at him and blinked, her thick and curly eyelashes fluttering like a small fan.
Lin Qingye frowned and reacted a little slowly, not knowing whether he was hallucinating or it was real. Only when he heard the rustling sounds from the bedroom again did he prop up his drunken body from the sofa and go into the house.
"There is no legal provision, but my shop does not provide tattoos for minors." Xu Zhinan calmed down from his previous emotions, and his voice softened again as he explained to them, "Although tattoos are also considered art, you will find that many jobs will have restrictions on this when you look for jobs in the future. So it is not recommended that you get tattoos at such a young age. It will be very troublesome if you regret it later."
Lin Qingye drank, and his rational nerve was also soaked by alcohol. It was already in a precarious state and would break if he was not careful.
Today was the first time he spoke to Xu Zhinan after knowing her for two years.
Lin Qingye pulled out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet beside him and poured himself a glass.
Fortunately, it seems to be very well behaved now, not making any sound, very quiet, as if it doesn't exist.
She pressed the note under the ointment, packed her bag, turned off the lights and walked out of the store.
The obsession of these years was released at this moment, the dream came true, but it tasted better than the dream.
no response.
Xu Zhinan tried for a long time and failed. Jiang Yue sent her a text message asking when she would return to the dormitory. She replied: Soon.
"Do you have any clean clothes?"
Lin Qingye frowned: "Change it."
After Xu Zhinan finished speaking, he glanced at him, lifted the curtain and went out, then closed it again without leaving any gap.
"Of course we come to your shop to get tattoos," said the girl.
Today was the first time he spoke to Xu Zhinan after knowing her for two years.
She didn't answer, and felt like vomiting again, but nothing could come out, and her face turned red.
His arrogance and brilliance have faded away, and now he is lonely and alone, as if he has been abandoned.
Xu Zhinan didn't want to be known by everyone in this way.
Like a tangled rope, tightly wrapped around his heart.
Xu Zhinan glanced at them and asked, "Are you adults?"
Lin Qingye couldn't calm down, so he drank himself unconscious. He fell drowsily on the sofa, put the back of his hand on his forehead, and half closed his eyes.
Sudden-
The remaining rationality in Xu Zhinan's subconscious mind prevented her from coming out to a stranger's house wearing a suspender skirt with a bath towel draped over her shoulders.
The girl was stunned: "Is there a law that prohibits minors from getting tattoos?"
"There is no legal provision, but my shop does not provide tattoos for minors." Xu Zhinan calmed down from his previous emotions, and his voice softened again as he explained to them, "Although tattoos are also considered art, you will find that many jobs will have restrictions on this when you look for jobs in the future. So it is not recommended that you get tattoos at such a young age. It will be very troublesome if you regret it later."
After screwing the ointment cap back on and putting it back next to Lin Qingye, Xu Zhinan went to the inner room to wash his hands. When he came out, he saw that the ointment had dried, so he put his clothes down.
Since this street is a commercial street, it is always crowded until late, and you can still hear the hustle and bustle of the city outside.
Xu Zhinan glanced at the workbench nearby nervously, fearing that the drunk Lin Qingye might cause trouble.
Xu Zhinan's expression remained unchanged as he asked, "Do you have your ID card with you?"
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay.]
After finishing his second cigarette, he got up and walked into the bedroom.
"There is no legal provision, but my shop does not provide tattoos for minors." Xu Zhinan calmed down from his previous emotions, and his voice softened again as he explained to them, "Although tattoos are also considered art, you will find that many jobs will have restrictions on this when you look for jobs in the future. So it is not recommended that you get tattoos at such a young age. It will be very troublesome if you regret it later."
He had wanted to drag Xu Zhinan into hell and take it for himself since a long time ago.
Lin Qingye drank, and his rational nerve was also soaked by alcohol. It was already in a precarious state and would break if he was not careful.
The girl was stunned: "Is there a law that prohibits minors from getting tattoos?"
By this calculation, she is Lin Qingye's junior schoolmate. She remembers that Lin Qingye also went to No. 7 Middle School.
Lin Qingye didn't think about whether the noise would wake up Xu Zhinan, but he didn't dare to stay in the bedroom for long. He went to the living room and planned to spend the night on the sofa.
There was a strong hint of alcohol in his voice.
After listening to her, the girl smiled and leaned on the table with her chin in her hand: "What a coincidence, sister, I just turned 18 a few days ago, so it should be okay, right?"
Xu Zhinan had no time to care about anything else. Right now, the age group that paid the most attention to Lin Qingye should be little girls like this.
It was amidst all this noise that Lin Qingye had a dream, and he dreamed about what happened in the bar that night.
Xu Zhinan tried for a long time and failed. Jiang Yue sent her a text message asking when she would return to the dormitory. She replied: Soon.
Lin Qingye leaned against the door frame and watched for a while, then walked forward, bent down, and picked her up sideways.
"Ah Nan." He said hoarsely.
Xu Zhinan's expression remained unchanged as he asked, "Do you have your ID card with you?"
Guan Chi from the band group asked him where he was. The three of them were preparing to buy some midnight snacks and asked if they should send it to his studio.
Lin Qingye looked at her, frowned, walked forward and was about to help her, but Xu Zhinan waved his hand away.
"… "
Just as she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of a corner of ointment sticking out of Lin Qingye's trouser pocket - it was a purple tube. Xu Zhinan was very familiar with this ointment. She had once encountered a customer whose tattoo was inflamed and infected, and she had given the other person this ointment.
By this calculation, she is Lin Qingye's junior schoolmate. She remembers that Lin Qingye also went to No. 7 Middle School.
Lin Qingye took Xu Zhinan out through the side door.
Lin Qingye's eyelids twitched.
The smile on the girl's face froze. She had no choice but to complain: "How come your management is stricter than that of bars and internet cafes?"
What kind of crappy clothes did Ji Yan buy
I dare not look at it again.
The smile on the girl's face froze. She had no choice but to complain: "How come your management is stricter than that of bars and internet cafes?"
As soon as I went out, those girls came in.
Lin Qingye turned and walked out of the bathroom entrance, and casually put the "Under Repair" sign next to him at the door.
Even though I could barely walk, I still didn't forget to say thank you.
When she vomited just now, her clothes were also stained with some dirty stuff.
Xu Zhinan was good-tempered and said in a soft voice, "This is for your own good. It may also affect your college entrance examination physical examination. When you grow up a little bit, if you think it over and still want to get a tattoo, you can come back to me."
The girl's eyes are very clear and you can see through everything at a glance.
Lin Qingye didn't think about whether the noise would wake up Xu Zhinan, but he didn't dare to stay in the bedroom for long. He went to the living room and planned to spend the night on the sofa.
Ji Yan pulled out a purple halter dress with sequins.
If I had known I shouldn't have gotten into that trouble at the bar just now, it looks like I won't be able to sleep tonight.
The bathroom door closed again, and Lin Qingye sat on the sofa outside and lit a cigarette.
It was amidst all this noise that Lin Qingye had a dream, and he dreamed about what happened in the bar that night.
She was drunk and her feet slipped and she rolled off the bed and couldn't get up.
After hearing what she said, the girls couldn't get angry at all and could only leave.
There was a strong hint of alcohol in his voice.
Xu Zhinan pulled his hand down, and Lin Qingye saw her eyes again.
So clean.
"… "
It was amidst all this noise that Lin Qingye had a dream, and he dreamed about what happened in the bar that night.
"Well, hurry up."
There was a strong hint of alcohol in his voice.
Lin Qingye didn't think about whether the noise would wake up Xu Zhinan, but he didn't dare to stay in the bedroom for long. He went to the living room and planned to spend the night on the sofa.
Xu Zhinan turned over the "Welcome" wooden board on the door frame so that it read "Relaxing", and then he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After pausing for two seconds, he kissed her again, taking the initiative and digging his teeth into her soft lips. He then let go before she felt any pain and licked her gently.
The girl's eyes are very clear and you can see through everything at a glance.
"Of course we come to your shop to get tattoos," said the girl.
The lights in the store were half turned off. She walked back to the workbench, opened the curtain and wanted Lin Qingye to leave, but found that he had fallen asleep.
"Fuck." Lin Qingye swore hoarsely, "Don't fucking move."
"… "
Even though I could barely walk, I still didn't forget to say thank you.
Xu Zhinan glanced at the workbench nearby nervously, fearing that the drunk Lin Qingye might cause trouble.
Instead of lying on the workbench, he sat on a chair with his head resting on the bed.
The bathroom door closed again, and Lin Qingye sat on the sofa outside and lit a cigarette.
In the end, he couldn't even tell whether this was reality or the dream he had been having for two years.
Just as she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of a corner of ointment sticking out of Lin Qingye's trouser pocket - it was a purple tube. Xu Zhinan was very familiar with this ointment. She had once encountered a customer whose tattoo was inflamed and infected, and she had given the other person this ointment.
His throat tightened, his lips tightened, and he looked deeply into Xu Zhinan's eyes.
Nicotine helped him calm down and he began to realize that he might have done something wrong. He shouldn't have brought Xu Zhinan back like this. He also had no reasonable reason to bring back a strange girl from the bar.
The bathroom door closed again, and Lin Qingye sat on the sofa outside and lit a cigarette.
Xu Zhinan paused, then stood aside and looked at him for a long while.
"Fuck." Lin Qingye swore hoarsely, "Don't fucking move."
After Xu Zhinan finished speaking, he glanced at him, lifted the curtain and went out, then closed it again without leaving any gap.
Lin Qingye leaned against the door frame and watched for a while, then walked forward, bent down, and picked her up sideways.
The two words "Anan" lay quietly on the rising and falling shoulder blades, with black fonts and smooth lines, reflecting a little light under the light.
Lin Qingye walked over and threw the bath towel between her waist and hips, so that her upper body was uncovered.
Xu Zhinan glanced at them and asked, "Are you adults?"
The boy looked a little haggard, with blue under his eyes, and his face seemed to be thinner, with clearer features, and narrow eyes that were narrowed at the corners, making him look even colder and more unapproachable.
He originally thought that this would be a sleepless night, but unexpectedly it was the best sleep he had had in the past two years.
He originally thought that this would be a sleepless night, but unexpectedly it was the best sleep he had had in the past two years.
The skin around the tattoo turned very red and even had a small rash.
She remembered what he said to her just now: An Nan, you don’t like me anymore.
But at that moment he suddenly thought of the scene when he first met Xu Zhinan.
His voice was heavily drunk, and it sounded like the soft Wu dialect.
Xu Zhinan let out a sigh of relief: "Lin Qingye."
He originally thought that this would be a sleepless night, but unexpectedly it was the best sleep he had had in the past two years.
Lin Qingye looked at her for a while, then raised his hand and covered her eyes.
The washing machine in the studio is the most ordinary kind and is very noisy.
After pausing for two seconds, he kissed her again, taking the initiative and digging his teeth into her soft lips. He then let go before she felt any pain and licked her gently.
"Ah Nan." He said hoarsely.
no response.
Suddenly, Xu Zhinan raised her chin slightly and touched his lips.
He was tortured by the "pitiful" feeling of the snowy night, by the light, sympathy and pride in her eyes at that time, but he also wanted to worship her as a god, just like that day when she stood under the street light, with darkness all around and only her light.
Sudden-
She pushed him gently: "Wake up."
As soon as I went out, those girls came in.
After looking at each other for a moment, he leaned forward slightly and moved closer to Xu Zhinan.
She looked at his condition again. He had anti-inflammatory drugs in his pocket, but he was drunk, so it was difficult for him not to get inflammation.
But she was so pure that he dared not defile her.
His arrogance and brilliance have faded away, and now he is lonely and alone, as if he has been abandoned.
He had been obsessed with it for so many years that he never thought about his actions at the time, or whether he should do it.
Xu Zhinan pulled his hand down, and Lin Qingye saw her eyes again.
There was a strong hint of alcohol in his voice.
Still no response.
He had been obsessed with it for so many years that he never thought about his actions at the time, or whether he should do it.
After three seconds, she seemed to have digested the meaning of his words and lowered the hand that was raised in the air.
His voice was heavily drunk, and it sounded like the soft Wu dialect.
Just as she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of a corner of ointment sticking out of Lin Qingye's trouser pocket - it was a purple tube. Xu Zhinan was very familiar with this ointment. She had once encountered a customer whose tattoo was inflamed and infected, and she had given the other person this ointment.
She walked behind Lin Qingye, struggled for three seconds, and finally took a deep breath, pinched the hem of his clothes and rolled it up carefully.
Lin Qingye walked a few steps and then stopped. Thinking of the man who had just approached her, he walked back, tore off a few tissues and put them on the steps, held her arm and asked her to sit down, then took off his coat and put it directly on her head to cover her face.
He originally thought that this would be a sleepless night, but unexpectedly it was the best sleep he had had in the past two years.
It is more difficult to wake up a drunkard than to wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.
Ji Yan pulled out a purple halter dress with sequins.
Suddenly, Xu Zhinan raised her chin slightly and touched his lips.
After he said the shameless words "Do you want to go back with me", Xu Zhinan did not answer him, but vomited and lay down in front of the sink.
He mumbled between his lips: "Ah Nan."
Xu Zhinan tried for a long time and failed. Jiang Yue sent her a text message asking when she would return to the dormitory. She replied: Soon.
It started to rain outside, dripping, making a low-decibel noise. Every raindrop seemed to hit Lin Qingye's heart, making him feel irritated and unable to calm down.
She does have a pair of very beautiful eyes. In fact, the saying "eyes are the windows to the soul" really makes people feel it is a true saying when applied to Xu Zhinan.
Even though I could barely walk, I still didn't forget to say thank you.
She walked behind Lin Qingye, struggled for three seconds, and finally took a deep breath, pinched the hem of his clothes and rolled it up carefully.
Lin Qingye glanced at it and didn't reply. He threw the phone aside and it slid into the gap between the sofa.
The obsession of these years was released at this moment, the dream came true, but it tasted better than the dream.
But she was so pure that he dared not defile her.
Xu Zhinan was good-tempered and said in a soft voice, "This is for your own good. It may also affect your college entrance examination physical examination. When you grow up a little bit, if you think it over and still want to get a tattoo, you can come back to me."
Just as she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of a corner of ointment sticking out of Lin Qingye's trouser pocket - it was a purple tube. Xu Zhinan was very familiar with this ointment. She had once encountered a customer whose tattoo was inflamed and infected, and she had given the other person this ointment.
"You stay here for a while."
She does have a pair of very beautiful eyes. In fact, the saying "eyes are the windows to the soul" really makes people feel it is a true saying when applied to Xu Zhinan.
"There is no legal provision, but my shop does not provide tattoos for minors." Xu Zhinan calmed down from his previous emotions, and his voice softened again as he explained to them, "Although tattoos are also considered art, you will find that many jobs will have restrictions on this when you look for jobs in the future. So it is not recommended that you get tattoos at such a young age. It will be very troublesome if you regret it later."
"Um, what's up?"
Lin Qingye leaned against the door frame and watched for a while, then walked forward, bent down, and picked her up sideways.
She should have a few more in her cabinet here.
Lin Qingye pulled out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet beside him and poured himself a glass.
But Xu Zhinan did not let him have his wish.
Lin Qingye looked at her, frowned, walked forward and was about to help her, but Xu Zhinan waved his hand away.
Xu Zhinan glanced at the workbench nearby nervously, fearing that the drunk Lin Qingye might cause trouble.
After Xu Zhinan finished speaking, he glanced at him, lifted the curtain and went out, then closed it again without leaving any gap.
Xu Zhinan frowned and looked at his back.
He originally thought that this would be a sleepless night, but unexpectedly it was the best sleep he had had in the past two years.
The washing machine in the studio is the most ordinary kind and is very noisy.
He drank a little too fast, his mind gradually went blank, his vision was no longer clear, and double vision appeared.
Just as she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of a corner of ointment sticking out of Lin Qingye's trouser pocket - it was a purple tube. Xu Zhinan was very familiar with this ointment. She had once encountered a customer whose tattoo was inflamed and infected, and she had given the other person this ointment.
The smile on the girl's face froze. She had no choice but to complain: "How come your management is stricter than that of bars and internet cafes?"
Her eyes were blocked, her palm not covering tightly, she didn't close her eyes, she was still blinking, her thick and curled eyelashes brushed across his palm, it was a little itchy.
Is it inflamed
Lin Qingye looked at her, frowned, walked forward and was about to help her, but Xu Zhinan waved his hand away.
Is it inflamed
She looked at his condition again. He had anti-inflammatory drugs in his pocket, but he was drunk, so it was difficult for him not to get inflammation.
The performance on the stage outside had ended. The heavy music was deafening, and men and women were dancing very close to each other on the dance floor. Lin Qingye strode forward through the crowd, stepped directly onto the stage and went backstage.
The girl's palms felt a little cold. Without saying a word, she pulled him to the workbench and then pulled up the curtain outside completely, leaving no gap.
She pursed her lips tightly and applied a thick layer of ointment without changing her expression.
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay.]
Strictly speaking, it wasn't a kiss, it was just her lips touching Lin Qingye's lips.
Just as she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of a corner of ointment sticking out of Lin Qingye's trouser pocket - it was a purple tube. Xu Zhinan was very familiar with this ointment. She had once encountered a customer whose tattoo was inflamed and infected, and she had given the other person this ointment.
The minty scent of the ointment spread, seeping into the skin with a cool feeling, and causing a stinging sensation when it touched the wound. Lin Qingye still had his eyes closed and his shoulders hunched.
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay.]
Out of professional ethics, Lin Qingye was getting the tattoo on her body, and Xu Zhinan couldn't just let it continue to get inflamed. It would be very troublesome if it got to the point of skin infection.
Lin Qingye was sitting on the sofa in the living room. The bedroom door was not closed, and from his angle he could just see the narrow figure.
Since this street is a commercial street, it is always crowded until late, and you can still hear the hustle and bustle of the city outside.
She walked behind Lin Qingye, struggled for three seconds, and finally took a deep breath, pinched the hem of his clothes and rolled it up carefully.
Xu Zhinan pulled his hand down, and Lin Qingye saw her eyes again.
The sofa was very soft and sank, as if it was slowly sinking into a quagmire.
He originally thought that this would be a sleepless night, but unexpectedly it was the best sleep he had had in the past two years.
After hearing what she said, the girls couldn't get angry at all and could only leave.
She hardened her heart and before she could even say the words to admit that she no longer liked him, there was a sudden commotion at the door.
Fortunately, it seems to be very well behaved now, not making any sound, very quiet, as if it doesn't exist.
"Fuck." Lin Qingye swore hoarsely, "Don't fucking move."
The minty scent of the ointment spread, seeping into the skin with a cool feeling, and causing a stinging sensation when it touched the wound. Lin Qingye still had his eyes closed and his shoulders hunched.
The skin around the tattoo turned very red and even had a small rash.
Lin Qingye pulled out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet beside him and poured himself a glass.
She looked at his condition again. He had anti-inflammatory drugs in his pocket, but he was drunk, so it was difficult for him not to get inflammation.
Xu Zhinan tried for a long time and failed. Jiang Yue sent her a text message asking when she would return to the dormitory. She replied: Soon.
It looks even more shocking against the smooth and beautiful lines of his back.
There was a strong hint of alcohol in his voice.
"my clothes?"
He mumbled between his lips: "Ah Nan."
She grabbed Lin Qingye's arm.
As soon as I went out, those girls came in.
The two words "Anan" lay quietly on the rising and falling shoulder blades, with black fonts and smooth lines, reflecting a little light under the light.
The suspender skirt was short to begin with, and in this posture it slid up, barely covering her hips.
She walked behind Lin Qingye, struggled for three seconds, and finally took a deep breath, pinched the hem of his clothes and rolled it up carefully.
But at that moment he suddenly thought of the scene when he first met Xu Zhinan.
Just now, Lin Qingye didn't even give her slippers. She probably took a shower barefoot and didn't know it was cold. Now she stepped directly on canvas shoes, with her heels exposed, which were small and round, making her skin look even whiter.
The washing machine in the studio is the most ordinary kind and is very noisy.
After three seconds, she seemed to have digested the meaning of his words and lowered the hand that was raised in the air.
She didn't answer, and felt like vomiting again, but nothing could come out, and her face turned red.
Ji Yan said as she was rummaging through her clothes: "I think I only have this one skirt."
Xu Zhinan opened the tube of ointment in his pocket. The seal was still there. The inflammation was so severe but he had never applied the ointment once.
They were wearing high school uniforms. Xu Zhinan glanced at the words on their chests: No. 7 Middle School.
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay.]
The boy looked a little haggard, with blue under his eyes, and his face seemed to be thinner, with clearer features, and narrow eyes that were narrowed at the corners, making him look even colder and more unapproachable.
The girl was stunned: "Is there a law that prohibits minors from getting tattoos?"
Lin Qingye withdrew his hand, stood aside for a moment, and then said, "Wait here for a while."
She squeezed a little onto her index finger and rubbed it gently on the rash around the tattoo.
His eyes darkened slightly, and he withdrew his gaze expressionlessly. He bit into another cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled smoke rings.
It started to rain outside, dripping, making a low-decibel noise. Every raindrop seemed to hit Lin Qingye's heart, making him feel irritated and unable to calm down.
Even though I could barely walk, I still didn't forget to say thank you.
Still no response.
"Do you have any clean clothes?"
There were no lights on in the studio's living room or bedroom; it was pitch black.
Xu Zhinan had no time to care about anything else. Right now, the age group that paid the most attention to Lin Qingye should be little girls like this.
The minty scent of the ointment spread, seeping into the skin with a cool feeling, and causing a stinging sensation when it touched the wound. Lin Qingye still had his eyes closed and his shoulders hunched.
The smile on the girl's face froze. She had no choice but to complain: "How come your management is stricter than that of bars and internet cafes?"
"Then let's take this one." Lin Qingye took the skirt from her hand, "I won't return this dress to you. Send me other clothes you like and I will buy them for you." After saying that, he left.
His eyes darkened slightly, and he withdrew his gaze expressionlessly. He bit into another cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled smoke rings.
Ji Yan said as she was rummaging through her clothes: "I think I only have this one skirt."
Xu Zhinan paused and subconsciously wanted to blow air while applying the ointment, but held back.
I dare not look at it again.
There was a bang in the bedroom.
"Yes." Ji Yan had to wear stage clothes during the performance, and she had a suitcase backstage to store her clothes. "What's wrong?"
The suspender skirt was short to begin with, and in this posture it slid up, barely covering her hips.
The two words "Anan" lay quietly on the rising and falling shoulder blades, with black fonts and smooth lines, reflecting a little light under the light.
Then she walked into the bathroom, where her soiled skirt was neatly folded and placed next to the sink.
The sofa was very soft and sank, as if it was slowly sinking into a quagmire.
She pursed her lips tightly and applied a thick layer of ointment without changing her expression.
She didn't know what she drank, but the aftereffects were so strong that she couldn't even walk when she left. Lin Qingye grabbed her arm and asked in a low voice: "Hold me?"
"skirt."
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay.]
She walked behind Lin Qingye, struggled for three seconds, and finally took a deep breath, pinched the hem of his clothes and rolled it up carefully.
Her eyes were blocked, her palm not covering tightly, she didn't close her eyes, she was still blinking, her thick and curled eyelashes brushed across his palm, it was a little itchy.
After screwing the ointment cap back on and putting it back next to Lin Qingye, Xu Zhinan went to the inner room to wash his hands. When he came out, he saw that the ointment had dried, so he put his clothes down.
But she was so pure that he dared not defile her.
Lin Qingye's eyes darkened, and he threw her onto the bed, holding her shoulders and saying, "There are so many problems just sleeping."
The girl was stunned: "Is there a law that prohibits minors from getting tattoos?"
Before leaving, Xu Zhinan wrote him a note in beautiful handwriting.
Xu Zhinan paused, then stood aside and looked at him for a long while.
Since this street is a commercial street, it is always crowded until late, and you can still hear the hustle and bustle of the city outside.
—The spare key is on the table. Just leave when you wake up.
He had drunk too much and his body was not stable. He swayed when he stood up, and Xu Zhinan whimpered and twisted her body a few times in his arms.
"Ji Yan." He called out.
She pressed the note under the ointment, packed her bag, turned off the lights and walked out of the store.
Lin Qingye didn't waste time talking to her: "Wait."
There was a strong hint of alcohol in his voice.
Lin Qingye took Xu Zhinan out through the side door.
After the lights were turned off, the store became dark.
Alcohol paralyzed his nerves, and Xu Zhinan reacted very slowly. After a while, he shook his head and added, "Thank you."
Xu Zhinan opened the tube of ointment in his pocket. The seal was still there. The inflammation was so severe but he had never applied the ointment once.
Sudden-
Slender white arms, two thin straps on the shoulders, revealing a large smooth and thin back. The person is lying on his side with his arms folded, and his chest is squeezed and looks magnificent.
Even though I could barely walk, I still didn't forget to say thank you.
As soon as I went out, those girls came in.
Since this street is a commercial street, it is always crowded until late, and you can still hear the hustle and bustle of the city outside.
She grabbed Lin Qingye's arm.
What kind of crappy clothes did Ji Yan buy
It was amidst all this noise that Lin Qingye had a dream, and he dreamed about what happened in the bar that night.
Lin Qingye couldn't calm down, so he drank himself unconscious. He fell drowsily on the sofa, put the back of his hand on his forehead, and half closed his eyes.
Lin Qingye drank, and his rational nerve was also soaked by alcohol. It was already in a precarious state and would break if he was not careful.
After he said the shameless words "Do you want to go back with me", Xu Zhinan did not answer him, but vomited and lay down in front of the sink.
"There is no legal provision, but my shop does not provide tattoos for minors." Xu Zhinan calmed down from his previous emotions, and his voice softened again as he explained to them, "Although tattoos are also considered art, you will find that many jobs will have restrictions on this when you look for jobs in the future. So it is not recommended that you get tattoos at such a young age. It will be very troublesome if you regret it later."
He originally thought that this would be a sleepless night, but unexpectedly it was the best sleep he had had in the past two years.
Lin Qingye looked at her, frowned, walked forward and was about to help her, but Xu Zhinan waved his hand away.
The washing machine in the studio is the most ordinary kind and is very noisy.
Like a tangled rope, tightly wrapped around his heart.
The performance on the stage outside had ended. The heavy music was deafening, and men and women were dancing very close to each other on the dance floor. Lin Qingye strode forward through the crowd, stepped directly onto the stage and went backstage.
The smile on the girl's face froze. She had no choice but to complain: "How come your management is stricter than that of bars and internet cafes?"
Her voice was soft and concise: "Dirty."
Lin Qingye turned and walked out of the bathroom entrance, and casually put the "Under Repair" sign next to him at the door.
Xu Zhinan frowned and looked at his back.
Lin Qingye's eyelids twitched.
[Lin Qingye: I’m in the studio and have something to do right now, so you don’t need to send it to me.]
She was drunk and her feet slipped and she rolled off the bed and couldn't get up.
The remaining rationality in Xu Zhinan's subconscious mind prevented her from coming out to a stranger's house wearing a suspender skirt with a bath towel draped over her shoulders.
When she vomited just now, her clothes were also stained with some dirty stuff.
Then she raised her hand and her slightly cool fingertips grasped Lin Qingye's hand.
Seeing his expression, Ji Yan stopped asking questions and went over to open the suitcase: "What kind do you want?"
Xu Zhinan pulled his hand down, and Lin Qingye saw her eyes again.
After finishing a cigarette, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and after a while, the door was opened.
Lin Qingye withdrew his hand, stood aside for a moment, and then said, "Wait here for a while."
Ji Yan was chatting with others and turned around with a smile: "What's wrong, Captain?"
Strictly speaking, it wasn't a kiss, it was just her lips touching Lin Qingye's lips.
Lin Qingye didn't waste time talking to her: "Wait."
Lin Qingye frowned and reacted a little slowly, not knowing whether he was hallucinating or it was real. Only when he heard the rustling sounds from the bedroom again did he prop up his drunken body from the sofa and go into the house.
Lin Qingye drank, and his rational nerve was also soaked by alcohol. It was already in a precarious state and would break if he was not careful.
Lin Qingye glanced at it and didn't reply. He threw the phone aside and it slid into the gap between the sofa.
She didn't answer, and felt like vomiting again, but nothing could come out, and her face turned red.
Xu Zhinan frowned and looked at his back.
There were no lights on in the studio's living room or bedroom; it was pitch black.
Lin Qingye turned and walked out of the bathroom entrance, and casually put the "Under Repair" sign next to him at the door.
Lin Qingye walked a few steps and then stopped. Thinking of the man who had just approached her, he walked back, tore off a few tissues and put them on the steps, held her arm and asked her to sit down, then took off his coat and put it directly on her head to cover her face.
He has always been like this, not enthusiastic about anything. Guan Chi has long been used to it. When he heard him say that, he just shut up and didn't ask any more questions.
There was a bang in the bedroom.
Lin Qingye turned and walked out of the bathroom entrance, and casually put the "Under Repair" sign next to him at the door.
She didn't answer, and felt like vomiting again, but nothing could come out, and her face turned red.
Ji Yan said as she was rummaging through her clothes: "I think I only have this one skirt."
His throat tightened, his lips tightened, and he looked deeply into Xu Zhinan's eyes.
The lights in the store were half turned off. She walked back to the workbench, opened the curtain and wanted Lin Qingye to leave, but found that he had fallen asleep.
Then she walked into the bathroom, where her soiled skirt was neatly folded and placed next to the sink.
Xu Zhinan paused, raised his hand to pull it down, but was afraid of dirtying his clothes, so his hand stopped in mid-air, and a voice came from inside: "What?"
After screwing the ointment cap back on and putting it back next to Lin Qingye, Xu Zhinan went to the inner room to wash his hands. When he came out, he saw that the ointment had dried, so he put his clothes down.
Xu Zhinan fell off the bed, her black hair was disheveled on her shoulders, her skirt slipped up, and her legs were straight and long, very eye-catching.
They were wearing high school uniforms. Xu Zhinan glanced at the words on their chests: No. 7 Middle School.
She pursed her lips tightly and applied a thick layer of ointment without changing her expression.
Lin Qingye was sitting on the sofa in the living room. The bedroom door was not closed, and from his angle he could just see the narrow figure.
Lin Qingye brought her back to the studio, turned on the light, and pushed her into the bathroom. He also hung Ji Yan's skirt on the rack: "Take a shower first."
—The spare key is on the table. Just leave when you wake up.
His voice was heavily drunk, and it sounded like the soft Wu dialect.
His throat tightened, his lips tightened, and he looked deeply into Xu Zhinan's eyes.
Four or five girls in high school uniforms were standing outside the door, pointing at the tattoo shop's doorplate and talking about something with a smile. It looked like they were about to come in.
Lin Qingye didn't waste time talking to her: "Wait."
Lin Qingye pulled out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet beside him and poured himself a glass.
It was amidst all this noise that Lin Qingye had a dream, and he dreamed about what happened in the bar that night.
There were no lights on in the studio's living room or bedroom; it was pitch black.
After three seconds, she seemed to have digested the meaning of his words and lowered the hand that was raised in the air.
"There is no legal provision, but my shop does not provide tattoos for minors." Xu Zhinan calmed down from his previous emotions, and his voice softened again as he explained to them, "Although tattoos are also considered art, you will find that many jobs will have restrictions on this when you look for jobs in the future. So it is not recommended that you get tattoos at such a young age. It will be very troublesome if you regret it later."
Lin Qingye brought her back to the studio, turned on the light, and pushed her into the bathroom. He also hung Ji Yan's skirt on the rack: "Take a shower first."
Xu Zhinan didn't want to be known by everyone in this way.
Fortunately, it seems to be very well behaved now, not making any sound, very quiet, as if it doesn't exist.
"my clothes?"
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay.]
Ji Yan was chatting with others and turned around with a smile: "What's wrong, Captain?"
Lin Qingye turned and walked out of the bathroom entrance, and casually put the "Under Repair" sign next to him at the door.
She grabbed Lin Qingye's arm.
Her eyes were blocked, her palm not covering tightly, she didn't close her eyes, she was still blinking, her thick and curled eyelashes brushed across his palm, it was a little itchy.
She does have a pair of very beautiful eyes. In fact, the saying "eyes are the windows to the soul" really makes people feel it is a true saying when applied to Xu Zhinan.
Just now, Lin Qingye didn't even give her slippers. She probably took a shower barefoot and didn't know it was cold. Now she stepped directly on canvas shoes, with her heels exposed, which were small and round, making her skin look even whiter.
The performance on the stage outside had ended. The heavy music was deafening, and men and women were dancing very close to each other on the dance floor. Lin Qingye strode forward through the crowd, stepped directly onto the stage and went backstage.
Sudden-
Before leaving, Xu Zhinan wrote him a note in beautiful handwriting.
By this calculation, she is Lin Qingye's junior schoolmate. She remembers that Lin Qingye also went to No. 7 Middle School.
Suddenly, Xu Zhinan raised her chin slightly and touched his lips.
Xu Zhinan had no time to care about anything else. Right now, the age group that paid the most attention to Lin Qingye should be little girls like this.
After three seconds, she seemed to have digested the meaning of his words and lowered the hand that was raised in the air.
She does have a pair of very beautiful eyes. In fact, the saying "eyes are the windows to the soul" really makes people feel it is a true saying when applied to Xu Zhinan.
"Ji Yan." He called out.
Lin Qingye withdrew his hand, stood aside for a moment, and then said, "Wait here for a while."
Lin Qingye looked at her, frowned, walked forward and was about to help her, but Xu Zhinan waved his hand away.
Ji Yan was chatting with others and turned around with a smile: "What's wrong, Captain?"
She squeezed a little onto her index finger and rubbed it gently on the rash around the tattoo.
Lin Qingye's eyes darkened, and he threw her onto the bed, holding her shoulders and saying, "There are so many problems just sleeping."
After he said the shameless words "Do you want to go back with me", Xu Zhinan did not answer him, but vomited and lay down in front of the sink.
[Lin Qingye: I’m in the studio and have something to do right now, so you don’t need to send it to me.]
After three seconds, she seemed to have digested the meaning of his words and lowered the hand that was raised in the air.
In the end, he couldn't even tell whether this was reality or the dream he had been having for two years.
After finishing his second cigarette, he got up and walked into the bedroom.
Alcohol paralyzed his nerves, and Xu Zhinan reacted very slowly. After a while, he shook his head and added, "Thank you."
"Do you have any clean clothes?"
She hardened her heart and before she could even say the words to admit that she no longer liked him, there was a sudden commotion at the door.
There was a bang in the bedroom.
"Yes." Ji Yan had to wear stage clothes during the performance, and she had a suitcase backstage to store her clothes. "What's wrong?"
Nicotine helped him calm down and he began to realize that he might have done something wrong. He shouldn't have brought Xu Zhinan back like this. He also had no reasonable reason to bring back a strange girl from the bar.
After hearing what she said, the girls couldn't get angry at all and could only leave.
Xu Zhinan glanced at them and asked, "Are you adults?"
It is easy to feel thirsty after drinking too much. She closed her eyes and kissed him as if looking for a source of water, and then hooked her arms around his neck.
After looking at each other for a moment, he leaned forward slightly and moved closer to Xu Zhinan.
"Give me one."
The remaining rationality in Xu Zhinan's subconscious mind prevented her from coming out to a stranger's house wearing a suspender skirt with a bath towel draped over her shoulders.
But she was so pure that he dared not defile her.
The obsession of these years was released at this moment, the dream came true, but it tasted better than the dream.
The washing machine in the studio is the most ordinary kind and is very noisy.
But she was so pure that he dared not defile her.
"my clothes?"
His eyes darkened slightly, and he withdrew his gaze expressionlessly. He bit into another cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled smoke rings.
She didn't answer, and felt like vomiting again, but nothing could come out, and her face turned red.
Xu Zhinan didn't want to be known by everyone in this way.
"Well, hurry up."
"Ah Nan." He said hoarsely.
Lin Qingye looked at her, frowned, walked forward and was about to help her, but Xu Zhinan waved his hand away.
By this calculation, she is Lin Qingye's junior schoolmate. She remembers that Lin Qingye also went to No. 7 Middle School.
She does have a pair of very beautiful eyes. In fact, the saying "eyes are the windows to the soul" really makes people feel it is a true saying when applied to Xu Zhinan.
His eyes darkened slightly, and he withdrew his gaze expressionlessly. He bit into another cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled smoke rings.
After finishing his second cigarette, he got up and walked into the bedroom.
Instead of lying on the workbench, he sat on a chair with his head resting on the bed.
Before leaving, Xu Zhinan wrote him a note in beautiful handwriting.
Seeing his expression, Ji Yan stopped asking questions and went over to open the suitcase: "What kind do you want?"
They were wearing high school uniforms. Xu Zhinan glanced at the words on their chests: No. 7 Middle School.
Xu Zhinan paused, then stood aside and looked at him for a long while.
Even his expression didn't reveal the undercurrent in his heart at the moment.
He originally thought that this would be a sleepless night, but unexpectedly it was the best sleep he had had in the past two years.
"Ji Yan." He called out.
The skin around the tattoo turned very red and even had a small rash.
It looks even more shocking against the smooth and beautiful lines of his back.
"skirt."
Lin Qingye pulled out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet beside him and poured himself a glass.
Lin Qingye closed his eyes, and the emotions surging in his eyes were forced to be suppressed again. He called out softly again: "Ah Nan."
"There is no legal provision, but my shop does not provide tattoos for minors." Xu Zhinan calmed down from his previous emotions, and his voice softened again as he explained to them, "Although tattoos are also considered art, you will find that many jobs will have restrictions on this when you look for jobs in the future. So it is not recommended that you get tattoos at such a young age. It will be very troublesome if you regret it later."
His movements were too rough. Xu Zhinan woke up with a frown and struggled to pry open his eyelids.
Instead of lying on the workbench, he sat on a chair with his head resting on the bed.
Xu Zhinan tried for a long time and failed. Jiang Yue sent her a text message asking when she would return to the dormitory. She replied: Soon.
Ji Yan pulled out a purple halter dress with sequins.
Xu Zhinan let out a sigh of relief: "Lin Qingye."
The bathroom door closed again, and Lin Qingye sat on the sofa outside and lit a cigarette.
His voice was heavily drunk, and it sounded like the soft Wu dialect.
Lin Qingye frowned: "Change it."
Xu Zhinan's expression remained unchanged as he asked, "Do you have your ID card with you?"
The minty scent of the ointment spread, seeping into the skin with a cool feeling, and causing a stinging sensation when it touched the wound. Lin Qingye still had his eyes closed and his shoulders hunched.
Is it inflamed
The obsession of these years was released at this moment, the dream came true, but it tasted better than the dream.
Their lips were almost touching, but Lin Qingye stopped again, maintaining this distance, with his Adam's apple sliding up and down smoothly.
Lin Qingye drank, and his rational nerve was also soaked by alcohol. It was already in a precarious state and would break if he was not careful.
Lin Qingye looked at her, frowned, walked forward and was about to help her, but Xu Zhinan waved his hand away.
But she was so pure that he dared not defile her.
Ji Yan said as she was rummaging through her clothes: "I think I only have this one skirt."
The girl's eyes are very clear and you can see through everything at a glance.
There was a strong hint of alcohol in his voice.
He mumbled between his lips: "Ah Nan."
Their lips were almost touching, but Lin Qingye stopped again, maintaining this distance, with his Adam's apple sliding up and down smoothly.
It looks even more shocking against the smooth and beautiful lines of his back.
Even his expression didn't reveal the undercurrent in his heart at the moment.
There were several cigarette butts standing in the ashtray, but he was still not sleepy at all. The erotic scenes from his previous dreams began to emerge in his mind.
"Then let's take this one." Lin Qingye took the skirt from her hand, "I won't return this dress to you. Send me other clothes you like and I will buy them for you." After saying that, he left.
So clean.
If I had known I shouldn't have gotten into that trouble at the bar just now, it looks like I won't be able to sleep tonight.
After screwing the ointment cap back on and putting it back next to Lin Qingye, Xu Zhinan went to the inner room to wash his hands. When he came out, he saw that the ointment had dried, so he put his clothes down.
Even though I could barely walk, I still didn't forget to say thank you.
She pushed him gently: "Wake up."
Lin Qingye took Xu Zhinan out through the side door.
It was the sound of something hitting the ground.
But she was so pure that he dared not defile her.
The minty scent of the ointment spread, seeping into the skin with a cool feeling, and causing a stinging sensation when it touched the wound. Lin Qingye still had his eyes closed and his shoulders hunched.
The girl's palms felt a little cold. Without saying a word, she pulled him to the workbench and then pulled up the curtain outside completely, leaving no gap.
The washing machine in the studio is the most ordinary kind and is very noisy.
It was the sound of something hitting the ground.
"my clothes?"
She didn't answer, and felt like vomiting again, but nothing could come out, and her face turned red.
She didn't know what she drank, but the aftereffects were so strong that she couldn't even walk when she left. Lin Qingye grabbed her arm and asked in a low voice: "Hold me?"
Lin Qingye drank, and his rational nerve was also soaked by alcohol. It was already in a precarious state and would break if he was not careful.
Xu Zhinan turned over the "Welcome" wooden board on the door frame so that it read "Relaxing", and then he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she raised her hand and her slightly cool fingertips grasped Lin Qingye's hand.
Ji Yan was chatting with others and turned around with a smile: "What's wrong, Captain?"
Nicotine helped him calm down and he began to realize that he might have done something wrong. He shouldn't have brought Xu Zhinan back like this. He also had no reasonable reason to bring back a strange girl from the bar.
"Sister, are you the owner of this store?" one of the girls asked.
Alcohol paralyzed his nerves, and Xu Zhinan reacted very slowly. After a while, he shook his head and added, "Thank you."
Suddenly, Xu Zhinan raised her chin slightly and touched his lips.
Is it inflamed
In the end, he couldn't even tell whether this was reality or the dream he had been having for two years.
It started to rain outside, dripping, making a low-decibel noise. Every raindrop seemed to hit Lin Qingye's heart, making him feel irritated and unable to calm down.
Even though I could barely walk, I still didn't forget to say thank you.
"Give me one."
The suspender skirt was short to begin with, and in this posture it slid up, barely covering her hips.
In the past, he had only heard her friends call her that from a bystander's perspective, and it was very intimate, but he was not qualified to do so.
He mumbled between his lips: "Ah Nan."
Lin Qingye's eyelids twitched.
Lin Qingye glanced at it and didn't reply. He threw the phone aside and it slid into the gap between the sofa.
Lin Qingye raised the corner of his mouth in a sarcastic arc and stopped being so self-indulgent.
There were no lights on in the studio's living room or bedroom; it was pitch black.
Their eyes met, but she didn't react. She just stared at him and blinked, her thick and curly eyelashes fluttering like a small fan.
After pausing for two seconds, he kissed her again, taking the initiative and digging his teeth into her soft lips. He then let go before she felt any pain and licked her gently.
Ji Yan sent him another message, asking if anything had happened.
She hardened her heart and before she could even say the words to admit that she no longer liked him, there was a sudden commotion at the door.
The alcohol seemed to be boiling in his body and he was afraid that he would lose control.
Lin Qingye glanced at it and didn't reply. He threw the phone aside and it slid into the gap between the sofa.
Lin Qingye brought her back to the studio, turned on the light, and pushed her into the bathroom. He also hung Ji Yan's skirt on the rack: "Take a shower first."
Xu Zhinan tried for a long time and failed. Jiang Yue sent her a text message asking when she would return to the dormitory. She replied: Soon.
When she vomited just now, her clothes were also stained with some dirty stuff.
She walked behind Lin Qingye, struggled for three seconds, and finally took a deep breath, pinched the hem of his clothes and rolled it up carefully.
The bathroom door closed again, and Lin Qingye sat on the sofa outside and lit a cigarette.
Xu Zhinan glanced at the workbench nearby nervously, fearing that the drunk Lin Qingye might cause trouble.
"Give me one."
Lin Qingye frowned and reacted a little slowly, not knowing whether he was hallucinating or it was real. Only when he heard the rustling sounds from the bedroom again did he prop up his drunken body from the sofa and go into the house.
She didn't answer, and felt like vomiting again, but nothing could come out, and her face turned red.
Nicotine helped him calm down and he began to realize that he might have done something wrong. He shouldn't have brought Xu Zhinan back like this. He also had no reasonable reason to bring back a strange girl from the bar.
He was tortured by the "pitiful" feeling of the snowy night, by the light, sympathy and pride in her eyes at that time, but he also wanted to worship her as a god, just like that day when she stood under the street light, with darkness all around and only her light.
Guan Chi also heard Ji Yan talk about him asking her for a skirt, and asked him if anything happened.
"Sister, are you the owner of this store?" one of the girls asked.
Lin Qingye's eyes darkened, and he threw her onto the bed, holding her shoulders and saying, "There are so many problems just sleeping."
"… "
His eyes darkened slightly, and he withdrew his gaze expressionlessly. He bit into another cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled smoke rings.
But at that moment he suddenly thought of the scene when he first met Xu Zhinan.
But at that moment he suddenly thought of the scene when he first met Xu Zhinan.
He was tortured by the "pitiful" feeling of the snowy night, by the light, sympathy and pride in her eyes at that time, but he also wanted to worship her as a god, just like that day when she stood under the street light, with darkness all around and only her light.
She looked at his condition again. He had anti-inflammatory drugs in his pocket, but he was drunk, so it was difficult for him not to get inflammation.
The remaining rationality in Xu Zhinan's subconscious mind prevented her from coming out to a stranger's house wearing a suspender skirt with a bath towel draped over her shoulders.
It looks even more shocking against the smooth and beautiful lines of his back.
He had been obsessed with it for so many years that he never thought about his actions at the time, or whether he should do it.
He had been obsessed with it for so many years that he never thought about his actions at the time, or whether he should do it.
The remaining rationality in Xu Zhinan's subconscious mind prevented her from coming out to a stranger's house wearing a suspender skirt with a bath towel draped over her shoulders.
The alcohol seemed to be boiling in his body and he was afraid that he would lose control.
There were no lights on in the studio's living room or bedroom; it was pitch black.
After looking at each other for a moment, he leaned forward slightly and moved closer to Xu Zhinan.
"Fuck." Lin Qingye swore hoarsely, "Don't fucking move."
Ji Yan sent him another message, asking if anything had happened.
His voice was heavily drunk, and it sounded like the soft Wu dialect.
"Ah Nan." He said hoarsely.
"Sister, are you the owner of this store?" one of the girls asked.
In the end, he couldn't even tell whether this was reality or the dream he had been having for two years.
Lin Qingye glanced at it and didn't reply. He threw the phone aside and it slid into the gap between the sofa.
Xu Zhinan turned over the "Welcome" wooden board on the door frame so that it read "Relaxing", and then he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Their lips were almost touching, but Lin Qingye stopped again, maintaining this distance, with his Adam's apple sliding up and down smoothly.
Is it inflamed
After finishing a cigarette, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and after a while, the door was opened.
After finishing a cigarette, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and after a while, the door was opened.
Ji Yan sent him another message, asking if anything had happened.
They were wearing high school uniforms. Xu Zhinan glanced at the words on their chests: No. 7 Middle School.
If I had known I shouldn't have gotten into that trouble at the bar just now, it looks like I won't be able to sleep tonight.
In the past, he had only heard her friends call her that from a bystander's perspective, and it was very intimate, but he was not qualified to do so.
"Fuck." Lin Qingye swore hoarsely, "Don't fucking move."
Lin Qingye's eyes darkened, and he threw her onto the bed, holding her shoulders and saying, "There are so many problems just sleeping."
Xu Zhinan paused, raised his hand to pull it down, but was afraid of dirtying his clothes, so his hand stopped in mid-air, and a voice came from inside: "What?"
Lin Qingye brought her back to the studio, turned on the light, and pushed her into the bathroom. He also hung Ji Yan's skirt on the rack: "Take a shower first."
Lin Qingye was sitting on the sofa in the living room. The bedroom door was not closed, and from his angle he could just see the narrow figure.
After finishing his second cigarette, he got up and walked into the bedroom.
His eyes darkened slightly, and he withdrew his gaze expressionlessly. He bit into another cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled smoke rings.
The remaining rationality in Xu Zhinan's subconscious mind prevented her from coming out to a stranger's house wearing a suspender skirt with a bath towel draped over her shoulders.
She pressed the note under the ointment, packed her bag, turned off the lights and walked out of the store.
After listening to her, the girl smiled and leaned on the table with her chin in her hand: "What a coincidence, sister, I just turned 18 a few days ago, so it should be okay, right?"
The little girl curled up into a ball, taking up only a small part of the bed, and fell asleep.
Just now, Lin Qingye didn't even give her slippers. She probably took a shower barefoot and didn't know it was cold. Now she stepped directly on canvas shoes, with her heels exposed, which were small and round, making her skin look even whiter.
He drank a little too fast, his mind gradually went blank, his vision was no longer clear, and double vision appeared.
So clean.
"… "
He has always been like this, not enthusiastic about anything. Guan Chi has long been used to it. When he heard him say that, he just shut up and didn't ask any more questions.
After screwing the ointment cap back on and putting it back next to Lin Qingye, Xu Zhinan went to the inner room to wash his hands. When he came out, he saw that the ointment had dried, so he put his clothes down.
Still no response.
I dare not look at it again.
His eyes darkened slightly, and he withdrew his gaze expressionlessly. He bit into another cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled smoke rings.
Xu Zhinan pulled his hand down, and Lin Qingye saw her eyes again.
"Ah Nan." He said hoarsely.
Xu Zhinan pulled his hand down, and Lin Qingye saw her eyes again.
Lin Qingye took Xu Zhinan out through the side door.
Even though I could barely walk, I still didn't forget to say thank you.
After finishing his second cigarette, he got up and walked into the bedroom.
"Then let's take this one." Lin Qingye took the skirt from her hand, "I won't return this dress to you. Send me other clothes you like and I will buy them for you." After saying that, he left.
She hardened her heart and before she could even say the words to admit that she no longer liked him, there was a sudden commotion at the door.
Xu Zhinan was good-tempered and said in a soft voice, "This is for your own good. It may also affect your college entrance examination physical examination. When you grow up a little bit, if you think it over and still want to get a tattoo, you can come back to me."
Xu Zhinan paused, then stood aside and looked at him for a long while.
There were several cigarette butts standing in the ashtray, but he was still not sleepy at all. The erotic scenes from his previous dreams began to emerge in his mind.
She does have a pair of very beautiful eyes. In fact, the saying "eyes are the windows to the soul" really makes people feel it is a true saying when applied to Xu Zhinan.
Lin Qingye raised the corner of his mouth in a sarcastic arc and stopped being so self-indulgent.
After three seconds, she seemed to have digested the meaning of his words and lowered the hand that was raised in the air.
The little girl curled up into a ball, taking up only a small part of the bed, and fell asleep.
In the end, he couldn't even tell whether this was reality or the dream he had been having for two years.
If they really recognized Lin Qingye and found him in her store, she wouldn't know how to explain it if the news got out.
After pausing for two seconds, he kissed her again, taking the initiative and digging his teeth into her soft lips. He then let go before she felt any pain and licked her gently.
The suspender skirt was short to begin with, and in this posture it slid up, barely covering her hips.
After looking at each other for a moment, he leaned forward slightly and moved closer to Xu Zhinan.
"Give me one."
Lin Qingye walked over and threw the bath towel between her waist and hips, so that her upper body was uncovered.
She pushed him gently: "Wake up."
Even his expression didn't reveal the undercurrent in his heart at the moment.
Xu Zhinan didn't want to be known by everyone in this way.
Slender white arms, two thin straps on the shoulders, revealing a large smooth and thin back. The person is lying on his side with his arms folded, and his chest is squeezed and looks magnificent.
When she vomited just now, her clothes were also stained with some dirty stuff.
Then she raised her hand and her slightly cool fingertips grasped Lin Qingye's hand.
Xu Zhinan glanced at the workbench nearby nervously, fearing that the drunk Lin Qingye might cause trouble.
After listening to her, the girl smiled and leaned on the table with her chin in her hand: "What a coincidence, sister, I just turned 18 a few days ago, so it should be okay, right?"
She pressed the note under the ointment, packed her bag, turned off the lights and walked out of the store.
Even though I could barely walk, I still didn't forget to say thank you.
Lin Qingye's eyelids twitched.
She didn't answer, and felt like vomiting again, but nothing could come out, and her face turned red.
The skin around the tattoo turned very red and even had a small rash.
Lin Qingye raised the corner of his mouth in a sarcastic arc and stopped being so self-indulgent.
Lin Qingye turned and walked out of the bathroom entrance, and casually put the "Under Repair" sign next to him at the door.
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay.]
Guan Chi also heard Ji Yan talk about him asking her for a skirt, and asked him if anything happened.
What kind of crappy clothes did Ji Yan buy
The sofa was very soft and sank, as if it was slowly sinking into a quagmire.
In the end, he couldn't even tell whether this was reality or the dream he had been having for two years.
His arrogance and brilliance have faded away, and now he is lonely and alone, as if he has been abandoned.
Instead of lying on the workbench, he sat on a chair with his head resting on the bed.
Guan Chi from the band group asked him where he was. The three of them were preparing to buy some midnight snacks and asked if they should send it to his studio.
Even though I could barely walk, I still didn't forget to say thank you.
He stopped looking at her, pulled the quilt over her and covered her with it without any gentle movements, then turned off the bedroom light.
He had been obsessed with it for so many years that he never thought about his actions at the time, or whether he should do it.
Lin Qingye walked a few steps and then stopped. Thinking of the man who had just approached her, he walked back, tore off a few tissues and put them on the steps, held her arm and asked her to sit down, then took off his coat and put it directly on her head to cover her face.
Then she walked into the bathroom, where her soiled skirt was neatly folded and placed next to the sink.
"Give me one."
[Lin Qingye: I’m in the studio and have something to do right now, so you don’t need to send it to me.]
Instead of lying on the workbench, he sat on a chair with his head resting on the bed.
Lin Qingye threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine and turned it on.
She pushed him gently: "Wake up."
"You stay here for a while."
The skin around the tattoo turned very red and even had a small rash.
[Lin Qingye: I’m in the studio and have something to do right now, so you don’t need to send it to me.]
There were several cigarette butts standing in the ashtray, but he was still not sleepy at all. The erotic scenes from his previous dreams began to emerge in his mind.
Ji Yan was chatting with others and turned around with a smile: "What's wrong, Captain?"
The two words "Anan" lay quietly on the rising and falling shoulder blades, with black fonts and smooth lines, reflecting a little light under the light.
The washing machine in the studio is the most ordinary kind and is very noisy.
He stopped looking at her, pulled the quilt over her and covered her with it without any gentle movements, then turned off the bedroom light.
Suddenly, Xu Zhinan raised her chin slightly and touched his lips.
Lin Qingye didn't think about whether the noise would wake up Xu Zhinan, but he didn't dare to stay in the bedroom for long. He went to the living room and planned to spend the night on the sofa.
By this calculation, she is Lin Qingye's junior schoolmate. She remembers that Lin Qingye also went to No. 7 Middle School.
After three seconds, she seemed to have digested the meaning of his words and lowered the hand that was raised in the air.
Lin Qingye didn't think about whether the noise would wake up Xu Zhinan, but he didn't dare to stay in the bedroom for long. He went to the living room and planned to spend the night on the sofa.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't a kiss, it was just her lips touching Lin Qingye's lips.
Lin Qingye looked at her for a while, then raised his hand and covered her eyes.
It is more difficult to wake up a drunkard than to wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.
After Xu Zhinan finished speaking, he glanced at him, lifted the curtain and went out, then closed it again without leaving any gap.
Then she walked into the bathroom, where her soiled skirt was neatly folded and placed next to the sink.
There were several cigarette butts standing in the ashtray, but he was still not sleepy at all. The erotic scenes from his previous dreams began to emerge in his mind.
I dare not look at it again.
It was amidst all this noise that Lin Qingye had a dream, and he dreamed about what happened in the bar that night.
Then she raised her hand and her slightly cool fingertips grasped Lin Qingye's hand.
But the drunk man would not listen to him and continued to twist his body.
Today was the first time he spoke to Xu Zhinan after knowing her for two years.
The alcohol seemed to be boiling in his body and he was afraid that he would lose control.
He has always been like this, not enthusiastic about anything. Guan Chi has long been used to it. When he heard him say that, he just shut up and didn't ask any more questions.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't a kiss, it was just her lips touching Lin Qingye's lips.
Xu Zhinan frowned and looked at his back.
Xu Zhinan was good-tempered and said in a soft voice, "This is for your own good. It may also affect your college entrance examination physical examination. When you grow up a little bit, if you think it over and still want to get a tattoo, you can come back to me."
"Fuck." Lin Qingye swore hoarsely, "Don't fucking move."
"Do you have any clean clothes?"
If I had known I shouldn't have gotten into that trouble at the bar just now, it looks like I won't be able to sleep tonight.
Just now, Lin Qingye didn't even give her slippers. She probably took a shower barefoot and didn't know it was cold. Now she stepped directly on canvas shoes, with her heels exposed, which were small and round, making her skin look even whiter.
"Yes." Ji Yan had to wear stage clothes during the performance, and she had a suitcase backstage to store her clothes. "What's wrong?"
"There is no legal provision, but my shop does not provide tattoos for minors." Xu Zhinan calmed down from his previous emotions, and his voice softened again as he explained to them, "Although tattoos are also considered art, you will find that many jobs will have restrictions on this when you look for jobs in the future. So it is not recommended that you get tattoos at such a young age. It will be very troublesome if you regret it later."
The girl's eyes are very clear and you can see through everything at a glance.
Lin Qingye threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine and turned it on.
Lin Qingye pulled out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet beside him and poured himself a glass.
Xu Zhinan tried for a long time and failed. Jiang Yue sent her a text message asking when she would return to the dormitory. She replied: Soon.
Xu Zhinan was good-tempered and said in a soft voice, "This is for your own good. It may also affect your college entrance examination physical examination. When you grow up a little bit, if you think it over and still want to get a tattoo, you can come back to me."
Guan Chi from the band group asked him where he was. The three of them were preparing to buy some midnight snacks and asked if they should send it to his studio.
She grabbed Lin Qingye's arm.
She pushed him gently: "Wake up."
After listening to her, the girl smiled and leaned on the table with her chin in her hand: "What a coincidence, sister, I just turned 18 a few days ago, so it should be okay, right?"
The skin around the tattoo turned very red and even had a small rash.
His arrogance and brilliance have faded away, and now he is lonely and alone, as if he has been abandoned.
When she vomited just now, her clothes were also stained with some dirty stuff.
[Lin Qingye: I’m in the studio and have something to do right now, so you don’t need to send it to me.]
Instead of lying on the workbench, he sat on a chair with his head resting on the bed.
She walked behind Lin Qingye, struggled for three seconds, and finally took a deep breath, pinched the hem of his clothes and rolled it up carefully.
She squeezed a little onto her index finger and rubbed it gently on the rash around the tattoo.
"Ji Yan." He called out.
His voice was heavily drunk, and it sounded like the soft Wu dialect.
Guan Chi also heard Ji Yan talk about him asking her for a skirt, and asked him if anything happened.
She should have a few more in her cabinet here.
Xu Zhinan frowned and looked at his back.
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay.]
Her voice was soft and concise: "Dirty."
The girl's eyes are very clear and you can see through everything at a glance.
He mumbled between his lips: "Ah Nan."
She should have a few more in her cabinet here.
He has always been like this, not enthusiastic about anything. Guan Chi has long been used to it. When he heard him say that, he just shut up and didn't ask any more questions.
Then she walked into the bathroom, where her soiled skirt was neatly folded and placed next to the sink.
He had drunk too much and his body was not stable. He swayed when he stood up, and Xu Zhinan whimpered and twisted her body a few times in his arms.
Like a tangled rope, tightly wrapped around his heart.
After finishing a cigarette, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and after a while, the door was opened.
They were wearing high school uniforms. Xu Zhinan glanced at the words on their chests: No. 7 Middle School.
Xu Zhinan let out a sigh of relief: "Lin Qingye."
His movements were too rough. Xu Zhinan woke up with a frown and struggled to pry open his eyelids.
There were no lights on in the studio's living room or bedroom; it was pitch black.
"Um, what's up?"
Suddenly, Xu Zhinan raised her chin slightly and touched his lips.
Xu Zhinan turned over the "Welcome" wooden board on the door frame so that it read "Relaxing", and then he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It was amidst all this noise that Lin Qingye had a dream, and he dreamed about what happened in the bar that night.
Lin Qingye didn't think about whether the noise would wake up Xu Zhinan, but he didn't dare to stay in the bedroom for long. He went to the living room and planned to spend the night on the sofa.
There were no lights on in the studio's living room or bedroom; it was pitch black.
The remaining rationality in Xu Zhinan's subconscious mind prevented her from coming out to a stranger's house wearing a suspender skirt with a bath towel draped over her shoulders.
The suspender skirt was short to begin with, and in this posture it slid up, barely covering her hips.
It started to rain outside, dripping, making a low-decibel noise. Every raindrop seemed to hit Lin Qingye's heart, making him feel irritated and unable to calm down.
Guan Chi from the band group asked him where he was. The three of them were preparing to buy some midnight snacks and asked if they should send it to his studio.
There were no lights on in the studio's living room or bedroom; it was pitch black.
Xu Zhinan didn't want to be known by everyone in this way.
Even his expression didn't reveal the undercurrent in his heart at the moment.
Lin Qingye turned and walked out of the bathroom entrance, and casually put the "Under Repair" sign next to him at the door.
After Xu Zhinan finished speaking, he glanced at him, lifted the curtain and went out, then closed it again without leaving any gap.
Lin Qingye walked over and threw the bath towel between her waist and hips, so that her upper body was uncovered.
In the end, he couldn't even tell whether this was reality or the dream he had been having for two years.
Just now, Lin Qingye didn't even give her slippers. She probably took a shower barefoot and didn't know it was cold. Now she stepped directly on canvas shoes, with her heels exposed, which were small and round, making her skin look even whiter.
He drank a little too fast, his mind gradually went blank, his vision was no longer clear, and double vision appeared.
Suddenly, Xu Zhinan raised her chin slightly and touched his lips.
Lin Qingye frowned: "Change it."
So clean.
"There is no legal provision, but my shop does not provide tattoos for minors." Xu Zhinan calmed down from his previous emotions, and his voice softened again as he explained to them, "Although tattoos are also considered art, you will find that many jobs will have restrictions on this when you look for jobs in the future. So it is not recommended that you get tattoos at such a young age. It will be very troublesome if you regret it later."
Lin Qingye couldn't calm down, so he drank himself unconscious. He fell drowsily on the sofa, put the back of his hand on his forehead, and half closed his eyes.
Lin Qingye walked over and threw the bath towel between her waist and hips, so that her upper body was uncovered.
Lin Qingye didn't think about whether the noise would wake up Xu Zhinan, but he didn't dare to stay in the bedroom for long. He went to the living room and planned to spend the night on the sofa.
Lin Qingye couldn't calm down, so he drank himself unconscious. He fell drowsily on the sofa, put the back of his hand on his forehead, and half closed his eyes.
Slender white arms, two thin straps on the shoulders, revealing a large smooth and thin back. The person is lying on his side with his arms folded, and his chest is squeezed and looks magnificent.
Before leaving, Xu Zhinan wrote him a note in beautiful handwriting.
After the lights were turned off, the store became dark.
It was the sound of something hitting the ground.
The two words "Anan" lay quietly on the rising and falling shoulder blades, with black fonts and smooth lines, reflecting a little light under the light.
"Then let's take this one." Lin Qingye took the skirt from her hand, "I won't return this dress to you. Send me other clothes you like and I will buy them for you." After saying that, he left.
Since this street is a commercial street, it is always crowded until late, and you can still hear the hustle and bustle of the city outside.
—The spare key is on the table. Just leave when you wake up.
The sofa was very soft and sank, as if it was slowly sinking into a quagmire.
Just now, Lin Qingye didn't even give her slippers. She probably took a shower barefoot and didn't know it was cold. Now she stepped directly on canvas shoes, with her heels exposed, which were small and round, making her skin look even whiter.
Nicotine helped him calm down and he began to realize that he might have done something wrong. He shouldn't have brought Xu Zhinan back like this. He also had no reasonable reason to bring back a strange girl from the bar.
She walked behind Lin Qingye, struggled for three seconds, and finally took a deep breath, pinched the hem of his clothes and rolled it up carefully.
[Lin Qingye: I’m in the studio and have something to do right now, so you don’t need to send it to me.]
"my clothes?"
Lin Qingye looked at her, frowned, walked forward and was about to help her, but Xu Zhinan waved his hand away.
The smile on the girl's face froze. She had no choice but to complain: "How come your management is stricter than that of bars and internet cafes?"
The little girl curled up into a ball, taking up only a small part of the bed, and fell asleep.
Sudden-
[Lin Qingye: I’m in the studio and have something to do right now, so you don’t need to send it to me.]
In the end, he couldn't even tell whether this was reality or the dream he had been having for two years.
His movements were too rough. Xu Zhinan woke up with a frown and struggled to pry open his eyelids.
After finishing his second cigarette, he got up and walked into the bedroom.
There was a bang in the bedroom.
Nicotine helped him calm down and he began to realize that he might have done something wrong. He shouldn't have brought Xu Zhinan back like this. He also had no reasonable reason to bring back a strange girl from the bar.
The alcohol seemed to be boiling in his body and he was afraid that he would lose control.
Lin Qingye walked a few steps and then stopped. Thinking of the man who had just approached her, he walked back, tore off a few tissues and put them on the steps, held her arm and asked her to sit down, then took off his coat and put it directly on her head to cover her face.
In the end, he couldn't even tell whether this was reality or the dream he had been having for two years.
She was drunk and her feet slipped and she rolled off the bed and couldn't get up.
It was the sound of something hitting the ground.
Xu Zhinan paused and subconsciously wanted to blow air while applying the ointment, but held back.
There was a strong hint of alcohol in his voice.
His eyes darkened slightly, and he withdrew his gaze expressionlessly. He bit into another cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled smoke rings.
It is more difficult to wake up a drunkard than to wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.
By this calculation, she is Lin Qingye's junior schoolmate. She remembers that Lin Qingye also went to No. 7 Middle School.
Suddenly, Xu Zhinan raised her chin slightly and touched his lips.
Lin Qingye frowned and reacted a little slowly, not knowing whether he was hallucinating or it was real. Only when he heard the rustling sounds from the bedroom again did he prop up his drunken body from the sofa and go into the house.
He originally thought that this would be a sleepless night, but unexpectedly it was the best sleep he had had in the past two years.
After a while, Xu Zhinan let go, still in a daze, and licked his wet lips blankly.
The alcohol seemed to be boiling in his body and he was afraid that he would lose control.
She should have a few more in her cabinet here.
It is more difficult to wake up a drunkard than to wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.
There were several cigarette butts standing in the ashtray, but he was still not sleepy at all. The erotic scenes from his previous dreams began to emerge in his mind.
Xu Zhinan was good-tempered and said in a soft voice, "This is for your own good. It may also affect your college entrance examination physical examination. When you grow up a little bit, if you think it over and still want to get a tattoo, you can come back to me."
Xu Zhinan fell off the bed, her black hair was disheveled on her shoulders, her skirt slipped up, and her legs were straight and long, very eye-catching.
The washing machine in the studio is the most ordinary kind and is very noisy.
Lin Qingye turned and walked out of the bathroom entrance, and casually put the "Under Repair" sign next to him at the door.
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay.]
Alcohol paralyzed his nerves, and Xu Zhinan reacted very slowly. After a while, he shook his head and added, "Thank you."
She pursed her lips tightly and applied a thick layer of ointment without changing her expression.
The lights in the store were half turned off. She walked back to the workbench, opened the curtain and wanted Lin Qingye to leave, but found that he had fallen asleep.
It started to rain outside, dripping, making a low-decibel noise. Every raindrop seemed to hit Lin Qingye's heart, making him feel irritated and unable to calm down.
"skirt."
She was drunk and her feet slipped and she rolled off the bed and couldn't get up.
Then she walked into the bathroom, where her soiled skirt was neatly folded and placed next to the sink.
His arrogance and brilliance have faded away, and now he is lonely and alone, as if he has been abandoned.
This was the first time he called Xu Zhinan like this.
Lin Qingye leaned against the door frame and watched for a while, then walked forward, bent down, and picked her up sideways.
Xu Zhinan glanced at the workbench nearby nervously, fearing that the drunk Lin Qingye might cause trouble.
The bathroom door closed again, and Lin Qingye sat on the sofa outside and lit a cigarette.
Just as she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of a corner of ointment sticking out of Lin Qingye's trouser pocket - it was a purple tube. Xu Zhinan was very familiar with this ointment. She had once encountered a customer whose tattoo was inflamed and infected, and she had given the other person this ointment.
—The spare key is on the table. Just leave when you wake up.
Out of professional ethics, Lin Qingye was getting the tattoo on her body, and Xu Zhinan couldn't just let it continue to get inflamed. It would be very troublesome if it got to the point of skin infection.
There were several cigarette butts standing in the ashtray, but he was still not sleepy at all. The erotic scenes from his previous dreams began to emerge in his mind.
He had drunk too much and his body was not stable. He swayed when he stood up, and Xu Zhinan whimpered and twisted her body a few times in his arms.
Just as she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of a corner of ointment sticking out of Lin Qingye's trouser pocket - it was a purple tube. Xu Zhinan was very familiar with this ointment. She had once encountered a customer whose tattoo was inflamed and infected, and she had given the other person this ointment.
The skin around the tattoo turned very red and even had a small rash.
I dare not look at it again.
"Fuck." Lin Qingye swore hoarsely, "Don't fucking move."
The two words "Anan" lay quietly on the rising and falling shoulder blades, with black fonts and smooth lines, reflecting a little light under the light.
After listening to her, the girl smiled and leaned on the table with her chin in her hand: "What a coincidence, sister, I just turned 18 a few days ago, so it should be okay, right?"
She grabbed Lin Qingye's arm.
There was a strong hint of alcohol in his voice.
Ji Yan pulled out a purple halter dress with sequins.
The little girl curled up into a ball, taking up only a small part of the bed, and fell asleep.
The sofa was very soft and sank, as if it was slowly sinking into a quagmire.
Then she walked into the bathroom, where her soiled skirt was neatly folded and placed next to the sink.
Lin Qingye took Xu Zhinan out through the side door.
It started to rain outside, dripping, making a low-decibel noise. Every raindrop seemed to hit Lin Qingye's heart, making him feel irritated and unable to calm down.
His arrogance and brilliance have faded away, and now he is lonely and alone, as if he has been abandoned.
Lin Qingye drank, and his rational nerve was also soaked by alcohol. It was already in a precarious state and would break if he was not careful.
But the drunk man would not listen to him and continued to twist his body.
"You stay here for a while."
"Give me one."
She looked at his condition again. He had anti-inflammatory drugs in his pocket, but he was drunk, so it was difficult for him not to get inflammation.
Even his expression didn't reveal the undercurrent in his heart at the moment.
Lin Qingye's eyes darkened, and he threw her onto the bed, holding her shoulders and saying, "There are so many problems just sleeping."
Lin Qingye drank, and his rational nerve was also soaked by alcohol. It was already in a precarious state and would break if he was not careful.
Ji Yan sent him another message, asking if anything had happened.
His movements were too rough. Xu Zhinan woke up with a frown and struggled to pry open his eyelids.
After three seconds, she seemed to have digested the meaning of his words and lowered the hand that was raised in the air.
"Well, hurry up."
"Ji Yan." He called out.
Xu Zhinan tried for a long time and failed. Jiang Yue sent her a text message asking when she would return to the dormitory. She replied: Soon.
The girl's eyes are very clear and you can see through everything at a glance.
She remembered what he said to her just now: An Nan, you don’t like me anymore.
The two words "Anan" lay quietly on the rising and falling shoulder blades, with black fonts and smooth lines, reflecting a little light under the light.
He originally thought that this would be a sleepless night, but unexpectedly it was the best sleep he had had in the past two years.
The girl's palms felt a little cold. Without saying a word, she pulled him to the workbench and then pulled up the curtain outside completely, leaving no gap.
But she was so pure that he dared not defile her.
After pausing for two seconds, he kissed her again, taking the initiative and digging his teeth into her soft lips. He then let go before she felt any pain and licked her gently.
Their eyes met, but she didn't react. She just stared at him and blinked, her thick and curly eyelashes fluttering like a small fan.
Like a tangled rope, tightly wrapped around his heart.
"Sister, are you the owner of this store?" one of the girls asked.
Even his expression didn't reveal the undercurrent in his heart at the moment.
Lin Qingye took Xu Zhinan out through the side door.
Lin Qingye drank, and his rational nerve was also soaked by alcohol. It was already in a precarious state and would break if he was not careful.
It started to rain outside, dripping, making a low-decibel noise. Every raindrop seemed to hit Lin Qingye's heart, making him feel irritated and unable to calm down.
He had drunk too much and his body was not stable. He swayed when he stood up, and Xu Zhinan whimpered and twisted her body a few times in his arms.
Xu Zhinan was good-tempered and said in a soft voice, "This is for your own good. It may also affect your college entrance examination physical examination. When you grow up a little bit, if you think it over and still want to get a tattoo, you can come back to me."
His throat tightened, his lips tightened, and he looked deeply into Xu Zhinan's eyes.
He mumbled between his lips: "Ah Nan."
Ji Yan was chatting with others and turned around with a smile: "What's wrong, Captain?"
"Do you have any clean clothes?"
He had drunk too much and his body was not stable. He swayed when he stood up, and Xu Zhinan whimpered and twisted her body a few times in his arms.
The boy looked a little haggard, with blue under his eyes, and his face seemed to be thinner, with clearer features, and narrow eyes that were narrowed at the corners, making him look even colder and more unapproachable.
She does have a pair of very beautiful eyes. In fact, the saying "eyes are the windows to the soul" really makes people feel it is a true saying when applied to Xu Zhinan.
Then she walked into the bathroom, where her soiled skirt was neatly folded and placed next to the sink.
Xu Zhinan tried for a long time and failed. Jiang Yue sent her a text message asking when she would return to the dormitory. She replied: Soon.
So clean.
The skin around the tattoo turned very red and even had a small rash.
Lin Qingye paused for a moment, and finally his nerves broke. The alcohol he had just drunk took effect. Lin Qingye's breathing became a little tight, and his thoughts gradually became unclear.
He had wanted to drag Xu Zhinan into hell and take it for himself since a long time ago.
She grabbed Lin Qingye's arm.
"Sister, are you the owner of this store?" one of the girls asked.
Xu Zhinan frowned and looked at his back.
Lin Qingye didn't waste time talking to her: "Wait."
Lin Qingye didn't think about whether the noise would wake up Xu Zhinan, but he didn't dare to stay in the bedroom for long. He went to the living room and planned to spend the night on the sofa.
Lin Qingye looked at her for a while, then raised his hand and covered her eyes.
The two words "Anan" lay quietly on the rising and falling shoulder blades, with black fonts and smooth lines, reflecting a little light under the light.
By this calculation, she is Lin Qingye's junior schoolmate. She remembers that Lin Qingye also went to No. 7 Middle School.
I dare not look at it again.
The girl's eyes are very clear and you can see through everything at a glance.
Before leaving, Xu Zhinan wrote him a note in beautiful handwriting.
Xu Zhinan frowned and looked at his back.
Xu Zhinan paused, then stood aside and looked at him for a long while.
The bathroom door closed again, and Lin Qingye sat on the sofa outside and lit a cigarette.
Then she raised her hand and her slightly cool fingertips grasped Lin Qingye's hand.
If I had known I shouldn't have gotten into that trouble at the bar just now, it looks like I won't be able to sleep tonight.
After looking at each other for a moment, he leaned forward slightly and moved closer to Xu Zhinan.
The alcohol seemed to be boiling in his body and he was afraid that he would lose control.
Lin Qingye frowned and reacted a little slowly, not knowing whether he was hallucinating or it was real. Only when he heard the rustling sounds from the bedroom again did he prop up his drunken body from the sofa and go into the house.
She was drunk and her feet slipped and she rolled off the bed and couldn't get up.
She pushed him gently: "Wake up."
Lin Qingye closed his eyes, and the emotions surging in his eyes were forced to be suppressed again. He called out softly again: "Ah Nan."
Fortunately, it seems to be very well behaved now, not making any sound, very quiet, as if it doesn't exist.
Still no response.
He had wanted to drag Xu Zhinan into hell and take it for himself since a long time ago.
They were wearing high school uniforms. Xu Zhinan glanced at the words on their chests: No. 7 Middle School.
Xu Zhinan tried for a long time and failed. Jiang Yue sent her a text message asking when she would return to the dormitory. She replied: Soon.
Lin Qingye frowned and reacted a little slowly, not knowing whether he was hallucinating or it was real. Only when he heard the rustling sounds from the bedroom again did he prop up his drunken body from the sofa and go into the house.
Lin Qingye walked a few steps and then stopped. Thinking of the man who had just approached her, he walked back, tore off a few tissues and put them on the steps, held her arm and asked her to sit down, then took off his coat and put it directly on her head to cover her face.
The performance on the stage outside had ended. The heavy music was deafening, and men and women were dancing very close to each other on the dance floor. Lin Qingye strode forward through the crowd, stepped directly onto the stage and went backstage.
She didn't know what she drank, but the aftereffects were so strong that she couldn't even walk when she left. Lin Qingye grabbed her arm and asked in a low voice: "Hold me?"
But she was so pure that he dared not defile her.
But she was so pure that he dared not defile her.
Ji Yan was chatting with others and turned around with a smile: "What's wrong, Captain?"
He was tortured by the "pitiful" feeling of the snowy night, by the light, sympathy and pride in her eyes at that time, but he also wanted to worship her as a god, just like that day when she stood under the street light, with darkness all around and only her light.
Lin Qingye frowned: "Change it."
Guan Chi from the band group asked him where he was. The three of them were preparing to buy some midnight snacks and asked if they should send it to his studio.
In the end, he couldn't even tell whether this was reality or the dream he had been having for two years.
Xu Zhinan's expression remained unchanged as he asked, "Do you have your ID card with you?"
But Xu Zhinan did not let him have his wish.
Just as she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of a corner of ointment sticking out of Lin Qingye's trouser pocket - it was a purple tube. Xu Zhinan was very familiar with this ointment. She had once encountered a customer whose tattoo was inflamed and infected, and she had given the other person this ointment.
"Then let's take this one." Lin Qingye took the skirt from her hand, "I won't return this dress to you. Send me other clothes you like and I will buy them for you." After saying that, he left.
Just now, Lin Qingye didn't even give her slippers. She probably took a shower barefoot and didn't know it was cold. Now she stepped directly on canvas shoes, with her heels exposed, which were small and round, making her skin look even whiter.
Just now, Lin Qingye didn't even give her slippers. She probably took a shower barefoot and didn't know it was cold. Now she stepped directly on canvas shoes, with her heels exposed, which were small and round, making her skin look even whiter.
The girl's eyes are very clear and you can see through everything at a glance.
If I had known I shouldn't have gotten into that trouble at the bar just now, it looks like I won't be able to sleep tonight.
Her eyes were blocked, her palm not covering tightly, she didn't close her eyes, she was still blinking, her thick and curled eyelashes brushed across his palm, it was a little itchy.
His throat tightened, his lips tightened, and he looked deeply into Xu Zhinan's eyes.
His movements were too rough. Xu Zhinan woke up with a frown and struggled to pry open his eyelids.
After a while, Xu Zhinan let go, still in a daze, and licked his wet lips blankly.
"Ji Yan." He called out.
The sofa was very soft and sank, as if it was slowly sinking into a quagmire.
After hearing what she said, the girls couldn't get angry at all and could only leave.
Before leaving, Xu Zhinan wrote him a note in beautiful handwriting.
Ji Yan sent him another message, asking if anything had happened.
Then she raised her hand and her slightly cool fingertips grasped Lin Qingye's hand.
Lin Qingye turned and walked out of the bathroom entrance, and casually put the "Under Repair" sign next to him at the door.
Lin Qingye didn't think about whether the noise would wake up Xu Zhinan, but he didn't dare to stay in the bedroom for long. He went to the living room and planned to spend the night on the sofa.
"skirt."
Four or five girls in high school uniforms were standing outside the door, pointing at the tattoo shop's doorplate and talking about something with a smile. It looked like they were about to come in.
Lin Qingye took Xu Zhinan out through the side door.
She didn't know what she drank, but the aftereffects were so strong that she couldn't even walk when she left. Lin Qingye grabbed her arm and asked in a low voice: "Hold me?"
Like a tangled rope, tightly wrapped around his heart.
She was drunk and her feet slipped and she rolled off the bed and couldn't get up.
It looks even more shocking against the smooth and beautiful lines of his back.
Lin Qingye pulled out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet beside him and poured himself a glass.
After looking at each other for a moment, he leaned forward slightly and moved closer to Xu Zhinan.
He was tortured by the "pitiful" feeling of the snowy night, by the light, sympathy and pride in her eyes at that time, but he also wanted to worship her as a god, just like that day when she stood under the street light, with darkness all around and only her light.
Lin Qingye walked over and threw the bath towel between her waist and hips, so that her upper body was uncovered.
"Ah Nan." He said hoarsely.
Alcohol paralyzed his nerves, and Xu Zhinan reacted very slowly. After a while, he shook his head and added, "Thank you."
Xu Zhinan pulled his hand down, and Lin Qingye saw her eyes again.
She hardened her heart and before she could even say the words to admit that she no longer liked him, there was a sudden commotion at the door.
They were wearing high school uniforms. Xu Zhinan glanced at the words on their chests: No. 7 Middle School.
After looking at each other for a moment, he leaned forward slightly and moved closer to Xu Zhinan.
She looked at his condition again. He had anti-inflammatory drugs in his pocket, but he was drunk, so it was difficult for him not to get inflammation.
It was the sound of something hitting the ground.
The sofa was very soft and sank, as if it was slowly sinking into a quagmire.
After finishing a cigarette, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and after a while, the door was opened.
"Sister, are you the owner of this store?" one of the girls asked.
"my clothes?"
She didn't answer, and felt like vomiting again, but nothing could come out, and her face turned red.
Fortunately, it seems to be very well behaved now, not making any sound, very quiet, as if it doesn't exist.
Their lips were almost touching, but Lin Qingye stopped again, maintaining this distance, with his Adam's apple sliding up and down smoothly.
Then she walked into the bathroom, where her soiled skirt was neatly folded and placed next to the sink.
The minty scent of the ointment spread, seeping into the skin with a cool feeling, and causing a stinging sensation when it touched the wound. Lin Qingye still had his eyes closed and his shoulders hunched.
"Well, hurry up."
After listening to her, the girl smiled and leaned on the table with her chin in her hand: "What a coincidence, sister, I just turned 18 a few days ago, so it should be okay, right?"
"Um, what's up?"
Just now, Lin Qingye didn't even give her slippers. She probably took a shower barefoot and didn't know it was cold. Now she stepped directly on canvas shoes, with her heels exposed, which were small and round, making her skin look even whiter.
She pressed the note under the ointment, packed her bag, turned off the lights and walked out of the store.
"Ah Nan." He said hoarsely.
Then she raised her hand and her slightly cool fingertips grasped Lin Qingye's hand.
Guan Chi from the band group asked him where he was. The three of them were preparing to buy some midnight snacks and asked if they should send it to his studio.
The remaining rationality in Xu Zhinan's subconscious mind prevented her from coming out to a stranger's house wearing a suspender skirt with a bath towel draped over her shoulders.
Lin Qingye looked at her, frowned, walked forward and was about to help her, but Xu Zhinan waved his hand away.
This was the first time he called Xu Zhinan like this.
He has always been like this, not enthusiastic about anything. Guan Chi has long been used to it. When he heard him say that, he just shut up and didn't ask any more questions.
Alcohol paralyzed his nerves, and Xu Zhinan reacted very slowly. After a while, he shook his head and added, "Thank you."
The suspender skirt was short to begin with, and in this posture it slid up, barely covering her hips.
In the past, he had only heard her friends call her that from a bystander's perspective, and it was very intimate, but he was not qualified to do so.
Lin Qingye looked at her for a while, then raised his hand and covered her eyes.
The remaining rationality in Xu Zhinan's subconscious mind prevented her from coming out to a stranger's house wearing a suspender skirt with a bath towel draped over her shoulders.
The girl's eyes are very clear and you can see through everything at a glance.
Lin Qingye closed his eyes, and the emotions surging in his eyes were forced to be suppressed again. He called out softly again: "Ah Nan."
After he said the shameless words "Do you want to go back with me", Xu Zhinan did not answer him, but vomited and lay down in front of the sink.
"skirt."
Xu Zhinan pulled his hand down, and Lin Qingye saw her eyes again.
Suddenly, Xu Zhinan raised her chin slightly and touched his lips.
She grabbed Lin Qingye's arm.
So clean.
Then she walked into the bathroom, where her soiled skirt was neatly folded and placed next to the sink.
It is easy to feel thirsty after drinking too much. She closed her eyes and kissed him as if looking for a source of water, and then hooked her arms around his neck.
Lin Qingye threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine and turned it on.
Lin Qingye raised the corner of his mouth in a sarcastic arc and stopped being so self-indulgent.
In the past, he had only heard her friends call her that from a bystander's perspective, and it was very intimate, but he was not qualified to do so.
After hearing what she said, the girls couldn't get angry at all and could only leave.
I dare not look at it again.
But the drunk man would not listen to him and continued to twist his body.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't a kiss, it was just her lips touching Lin Qingye's lips.
Lin Qingye drank, and his rational nerve was also soaked by alcohol. It was already in a precarious state and would break if he was not careful.
His throat tightened, his lips tightened, and he looked deeply into Xu Zhinan's eyes.
After Xu Zhinan finished speaking, he glanced at him, lifted the curtain and went out, then closed it again without leaving any gap.
His throat tightened, his lips tightened, and he looked deeply into Xu Zhinan's eyes.
She pursed her lips tightly and applied a thick layer of ointment without changing her expression.
If they really recognized Lin Qingye and found him in her store, she wouldn't know how to explain it if the news got out.
Xu Zhinan opened the tube of ointment in his pocket. The seal was still there. The inflammation was so severe but he had never applied the ointment once.
Lin Qingye looked at her, frowned, walked forward and was about to help her, but Xu Zhinan waved his hand away.
Lin Qingye paused for a moment, and finally his nerves broke. The alcohol he had just drunk took effect. Lin Qingye's breathing became a little tight, and his thoughts gradually became unclear.
"Then let's take this one." Lin Qingye took the skirt from her hand, "I won't return this dress to you. Send me other clothes you like and I will buy them for you." After saying that, he left.
Then she raised her hand and her slightly cool fingertips grasped Lin Qingye's hand.
Her voice was soft and concise: "Dirty."
If they really recognized Lin Qingye and found him in her store, she wouldn't know how to explain it if the news got out.
The obsession of these years was released at this moment, the dream came true, but it tasted better than the dream.
[Lin Qingye: I’m in the studio and have something to do right now, so you don’t need to send it to me.]
Lin Qingye brought her back to the studio, turned on the light, and pushed her into the bathroom. He also hung Ji Yan's skirt on the rack: "Take a shower first."
His eyes darkened slightly, and he withdrew his gaze expressionlessly. He bit into another cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled smoke rings.
Her voice was soft and concise: "Dirty."
Then she raised her hand and her slightly cool fingertips grasped Lin Qingye's hand.
In the end, he couldn't even tell whether this was reality or the dream he had been having for two years.
After a while, Xu Zhinan let go, still in a daze, and licked his wet lips blankly.
Xu Zhinan was good-tempered and said in a soft voice, "This is for your own good. It may also affect your college entrance examination physical examination. When you grow up a little bit, if you think it over and still want to get a tattoo, you can come back to me."
"Ji Yan." He called out.
After pausing for two seconds, he kissed her again, taking the initiative and digging his teeth into her soft lips. He then let go before she felt any pain and licked her gently.
—The spare key is on the table. Just leave when you wake up.
Xu Zhinan glanced at the workbench nearby nervously, fearing that the drunk Lin Qingye might cause trouble.
He mumbled between his lips: "Ah Nan."
Her eyes were blocked, her palm not covering tightly, she didn't close her eyes, she was still blinking, her thick and curled eyelashes brushed across his palm, it was a little itchy.
After pausing for two seconds, he kissed her again, taking the initiative and digging his teeth into her soft lips. He then let go before she felt any pain and licked her gently.
He has always been like this, not enthusiastic about anything. Guan Chi has long been used to it. When he heard him say that, he just shut up and didn't ask any more questions.
It looks even more shocking against the smooth and beautiful lines of his back.
She didn't know what she drank, but the aftereffects were so strong that she couldn't even walk when she left. Lin Qingye grabbed her arm and asked in a low voice: "Hold me?"
Lin Qingye drank, and his rational nerve was also soaked by alcohol. It was already in a precarious state and would break if he was not careful.
His movements were too rough. Xu Zhinan woke up with a frown and struggled to pry open his eyelids.
He originally thought that this would be a sleepless night, but unexpectedly it was the best sleep he had had in the past two years.
After finishing his second cigarette, he got up and walked into the bedroom.
This was the first time he called Xu Zhinan like this.
He originally thought that this would be a sleepless night, but unexpectedly it was the best sleep he had had in the past two years.
Still no response.
[Lin Qingye: I’m in the studio and have something to do right now, so you don’t need to send it to me.]
In the end, he couldn't even tell whether this was reality or the dream he had been having for two years.
When she vomited just now, her clothes were also stained with some dirty stuff.
She didn't know what she drank, but the aftereffects were so strong that she couldn't even walk when she left. Lin Qingye grabbed her arm and asked in a low voice: "Hold me?"
If they really recognized Lin Qingye and found him in her store, she wouldn't know how to explain it if the news got out.