Fu Yue has already spoken, there is no chance for Lian Jue to refuse, let alone he really has no intention of refusing.
The boy nodded obediently: "Okay."
The voice is clear and pleasant.
Fu Yue suddenly grabbed his shoulders, with an undisguised smirk in his eyes.
The white fingers ran along the other's shoulder, intentionally or unintentionally touching his collarbone.
Because of the heat, Lian Jue unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.
Now Fu Yue just ate soft tofu.
Lian Jue trembled, even his body trembled, and his back froze in an arc visible to the naked eye.
He moved sideways without a trace.
"Didn't you say you want to play, let's start."
After speaking, Lian Jue took the initiative to get the dice cup, and asked in a low voice, "Who will come first?"
With that said, he looked at Fu Yue, the pupils under the curled eyelashes were very bright.
Fu Yue held her chin and looked at him.
"you first."
As she spoke, she took two square glasses and poured the wine.
Lian Jue hummed.
The slender fingers picked up the dice cup, and then shook it.
He has never played with this thing before, and naturally he doesn't know how to play it, so he can only shake it in his hand twice based on his intuition, and then looked up at Fu Yue eagerly, his black and white eyes were wet, like a cat, and like a dog.
"I won't."
Fu Yue looked at him with a smile, "Actually, I'm not very good at it, so I just shake it casually."
She is totally talking nonsense.
People who go clubbing all day long have never played before. Whether it is the original Xu Yin or herself, they are all very good at playing.
Seeing what Fu Yue said, Lian Jue didn't ask any more questions.
He lifted the lid.
Inside the dice, the three dark dots face up.
three o'clock
Not a good number.
Fu Yue glanced at Lian Jue with a smile, took the dice cup from him, and played with it.
Shaking the flower hand, who was she afraid of
Not to mention facing this guy who is obviously a rookie, to be honest, Fu Yue is too embarrassed to bully him.
So, Fu Yue covered his ears with one hand, and shook with the other, randomly shaking twice.
She deliberately didn't listen, it was really all luck.
Open the lid and take a look—
five o'clock.
Fu Yue turned her head to look at Lian Jue with a smile, resting her chin in one hand: "Yeah, the squad leader's luck is really not very good."
Lian Jue glanced at her: "..."
He took the wine glass, raised his head, and slightly parted his thin lips.
Drank the wine inside.
Five seconds later, Fu Yue leaned half of her body in front of Lian Jue, stretched out two fingers and waved in front of Lian Jue.
"Are you still awake? How much is this?"
Lian Jue: "..."
Lian Jue gently pushed Fu Yue's hand away, and laughed, "I'm not drunk."
Then came the second round.
Lian Jue moved another three points, and Fu Yue moved four points.
He went on to have a drink.
In the third round, Lian Jue still lost, and he continued to drink.
This time, Lian Jue stared at Fu Yue for several seconds.
Fu Yue clearly saw some grievances in the other's dark eyes, as if accusing her of bullying him.
Otherwise, he will lose no matter what.
Fu Yue put her hand against her lips: "cough cough cough."
"It's the third time now, monitor, you lost three games in a row—"
Her tone was very malicious.
Lian Jue was silent for two seconds: "What do you want me to do?"
Fu Yue's eyes narrowed a bit, and she blinked at Lian Jue: "Is everything okay?"
Lian Jue had an ominous premonition, but still nodded: "...um."
then.
Lian Jue saw that the guy in front of him looked down gradually and landed on his lower abdomen.
Lian Jue: "?"