At night, we agreed to meet up in a booked room at the club. Those girls also came. Our group of youngsters sang and chatted together. It was pretty lively.
I didn’t really like to play with the group so I didn’t cause a ruckus together with them. Instead, I sat in the corner and watched.
Leo came late. When he entered, everyone was already playing. He found an empty sofa to nest inside. Not drinking anything, he occasionally rubbed his cheek, most likely because his mouth still hurt. His entire expression looked unhappy. Seeing him like this, everyone greeted him but all tactfully agreed not to go over and bother him. They continued to play and get rowdy as they should, which made him seem even more alone and alienated, a bit pitiful.
I wanted to head over and give him the medicine. Just as I got ready to get up, a girl came over and called out to me: “Shixiong.”
She was the one who asked me for my phone number last time.
She sat down next to me, saying that in a few days, she’s going to participate in a variety show and planned to perform a dance segment from our group. As she spoke, she even took out her phone to show me a video of the dance that she had recorded in the practice room.
I watched absent-mindedly. Every time she saw me, she acted very enthusiastically and did her best to find topics to talk about with me. She might have some good feelings towards me, but this kind of little loli really wasn’t my type.
Actually, I also don’t know what’s my type.
I’ve only dated seriously once and it was with my ex-girlfriend who went to become a prostitute now. The two of us were classmates. She pursued me. She was pretty, had a sweet mouth, and also full of ambition. I thought she was a pretty good choice so I agreed. She was someone with ideas and determination. At that time, I also hadn’t learned to hide my temper yet. Together, we often argued and fought. Thinking about our time together now, other than struggling and bearing hardships together in our first year, the year afterwards was only filled with quarrels. She liked flowers. At the beginning, every time we finished fighting, I’d buy flowers to coax her happy again. Later on, even giving flowers didn’t work. The new things that she liked I couldn’t afford. Unable to make her happy, she tossed me in the end.
After I started my career, she came asking to borrow money from me a few times. I knew that the amount that she made was never enough to cover her expenses. Right now, I have plenty of cash on hand. Whatever I could lend, I lent to her. However, this wasn’t because I still had feelings towards her. When we first got together, an agent company wanted to sign her, but it was to develop in other parts of the country. She didn’t want to be separated from me so she rejected them. It wasn’t until half a month later that she told me this with a smile. As she smiled and smiled, she started crying.
She was able to reject an agent’s offer because of me. If our positions were switched, I wouldn’t have been able to do it. Most likely, it’s because I never really loved her that much. Therefore I felt even more deeply that, during this period of relationship between us, I owed her.
Regardless of what she becomes in the future, I have no doubt that she had sincerely loved me in the past. When we were together, I wasn’t able to help her live the life that she wanted. Since it was within my ability to lend her a bit of money now, I am willing.
After watching the video recorded by this shimei, there was an awkward silence. Most likely, she was able to feel that I wasn’t very interested in her. Gradually, an embarrassed expression appeared on her face.
Her group mates were cutting a cake to the side. They had bought it last minute, a small gesture to celebrate us winning the award. She got up and walked over. A little while later, she returned with a small piece of cake for me. Very carefully, she said in a friendly manner: “Shixiong, I heard you like eating strawberries. This piece has a lot of strawberries.”
I accepted it and gave her a polite thanks. She stood up and walked away somewhat disappointedly.
I was not in the mood to date and also didn’t want to give her the wrong impression. Treating her somewhat coldly like this will be good for everyone.
“Tomas,” Carl called out to me and said: “The team leader wants you.”
I shot a look over there. Leo glanced over with a very displeased expression on his face. Who knew what he was feeling displeased over now. I directly carried the cake over and held it out in front of him, saying: “Want it?’
He turned his face with an extremely disdainful expression.
I just knew this wasn’t good enough for him and withdrew my hand, asking: “Why did you call me over here?”
He looked at me with a sideways glance and asked directly: “Did Yan JiaJia contact you recently again?”
He was talking about my ex-girlfriend. I said: “No, why ask about her?”
He gave a cold huff and said: “She didn’t ask you for money again? You don’t even have a lot of money, yet you’re still seeking to impress by acting like an ATM machine for her.”
Whenever he felt unhappy, he liked to take his temper out on others. I endured it and didn’t say anything, not wanting to lower myself to his level.
However, today his shitty temper was really relentless. The more he spoke, the more unpleasant it was to hear: “If you’re incapable then stop attracting women already. What can you do even if you managed to get one ? Can you even afford her? If it’s a good one, fine, but just look at the kind of woman you’re getting involved with? She just acted slightly coquettish towards you and you are already thinking that she’s interested in you? Have you ever reflected— what else do you have other than a pretty face? Only a plastics nightmare like her would be interested in you. Just look at the bridge of her nose, fixed like a white person. Kiss her and her nose will probably end up crooked. Padding them so heavily and not even a C cup, it’s probably the same touching the front and back. Just this and you’re still interested?”
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If you’re going to talk about me, then just talk about me. Why bring a girl into this, and to say such unbearable words. I was a bit pissed off and told him: “Did you take the wrong medicine or something?”
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I really want to feed him a mouth full of shit. Raising my hand, I smashed the plate of cake directly on his face.
The private room instantly quieted down, with only the music from the stereo system remaining.
Going out and getting some night air, I was a bit calmer than before. My anger has also lowered by a lot. Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I bumped into the little medicine bottle holding the powdered ulcer medication. It felt a bit ridiculous.
Why could I just act like a good little boot-licker and hug the big thigh properly? I must have really stuffed myself too much to think of that dumbass as my own. What flatterer would concern themselves with whether his foul mouth hurt or not? Yet just look at him. He knew very clearly what I hated to hear, but still deliberately poked at my sore spot. The fcking issue here really wasn’t his foul mouth. Perhaps from the bottom of his heart, he really sincerely feels that I’m only a little attendant who serves him at every beck and call. Now that I’m thinking about it, it’s true. If he had truly considered me a bro, he wouldn’t have turned such vulgar intentions towards me.
The girls also came outside. They bid farewell to me and said they were heading back first. I was somewhat embarrassed because we had called them out here to play, yet it ended up like this.
The shimei who gave me the strawberry cake previously said: “Leo is drinking inside and drinking pretty heavily. Do you want to go inside and persuade him to stop? From what I see, none of the other shixiongs dare to get near him.”
Just by hearing these words, I can already imagine the scene: “I can’t persuade him otherwise. If he loves to drink, then let him drink. You guys, be careful on the road.”
She shot a look at her group mates. Those girls started walking away first. She said somewhat unnaturally to me: “I heard the words he spoke about me just now.”
Against my convictions, I said: “I’m sorry. He didn’t have any malicious intentions, he just has a foul mouth.”
She nodded her head and said: “As soon as you left the room, he immediately smashed the cake that we bought.”
I could only say: “He’s a lunatic. Don’t mind him, you guys.”
She said in a small voice: “Shixiong, does Leo like you?”
I was instantly stunned and said: “How can that be?”
She looked at me and said: “I’ve seen him many times in the past and he’s always been very nice to me. Once, he even praised me, saying that my makeup was very cute.”
I said: “I told you he doesn’t have any malicious intentions towards you.”
But she said: “That was before. Tonight, he looked at me like he was looking at a mortal enemy, like I had snatched something from him.”
Immediately afterwards, she confessed to me. I didn’t really hear very clearly what she had said. My head was focused completely on mulling over her ‘does Leo like you’.
Does he like me?
Giving shimei the ‘you’re a good person’ card, I sent her off and then got in our van completely confused and disoriented. The driver was watching a movie on a tablet in the front. He only gave me a brief greeting.
When I got in the van, I discovered that there was a red stain on the surface of my shoe. After sitting down, I wiped it with a napkin and discovered that it was a small piece of mushy strawberry. It was probably left behind when I smashed the cake on Leo.
This pair of limited edition AJ shoes was something he had given me. A while ago, I saw these shoes in a magazine and thought it looked nice so I gave it a few extra glances. At that time, he was next to me. Two days later, he gave me the exact pair. It just happened, he broke the screen of his phone at that time. Therefore, I gave him a cellphone in return. In the past, he found cellphone cases to be troublesome, thinking they made the cellphone thick and ugly, and never used them. The day I gave him the cellphone, he bought over 20 cellphone cases on TaoBao all at once and even asked me delightedly if they looked good.
…… Maybe, he did like me?
The driver closed the tablet and said: “They came out also.”
I looked out through the car window. They were currently walking this way. Leo trailed behind them with a stinky expression on face.
The driver got off the van to help them pull open the door. With a swift thought, I quickly pulled out my cell phone and pretended to be engrossed in the internet.
The door opened. He must have seen me and said over there pretentiously: “I drank so I can’t drive. Which of you didn’t drink? Bring me home.”
I kind of wanted to laugh and resisted looking up.
Sure enough, he threw his key over directly and said in a dark and vicious tone: “You think you can just pretend to be deaf? Do you still want to be popular?”
What a complete and utter foul mouthed bastard.
I didn’t say anything and got off the van holding the key. Under my teammates’ sympathetic looks, I left together with the group leader.
I drove his car back to his place. He sat in the passenger seat, secretly peeking at me from the corner of his eyes. Unable to keep his mouth idle, he babbled on and on, nonstop: “You have quite the skills now, embarrassing me in front of outsiders. Tomorrow, I’ll tell my big brother to blacklist you. Let’s see if you still dare to misbehave.”
I just listened, not replying. It’s not because I was angry. Compared to the words he said just now in the clubhouse, these really weren’t anything. I just didn’t want to respond to him.
When we arrived downstairs at his place, I stopped the car and said very professionally: “We’ve arrived. I’m leaving.”
I went to get out of the car. He grabbed me with a hand and actually had the nerve to accuse me: “You still dare to give me an attitude? Don’t be too excessive!”
I said: “Tell your big brother to blacklist me.”
He held his breath so hard his face turned white.
I went to open the door. He pounced over and hugged my elbow. Finally no longer acting like a pretentious prick, he said sulkily with a pair of big wide eyes: “I was only joking, you thought it was true? Was our long term broship all for nothing?”
I kind of wanted to laugh again, but I endured forcibly and said: “Now you remember that we’re bros? Not insulting me and calling me blind anymore?”
This dumbass had confusion written all over his face. Most likely, he had already forgotten everything he said. It took him a while before he finally stated righteously and with conviction: “I was only doing it for your own good! Was it right for you to smash a cake in my face? I treat you so well regularly, yet you immediately changed demeanor just because I said a few unpleasant words. What kind of bro are you?”
When he spoke, it tugged the sore in his mouth. Even I felt pain from watching him talk and grimace at the same time. Making a concession, I said: “I shouldn’t have smashed cake in your face. That was my mistake.”
His anger was obviously soothed. His face started to look a bit arrogant and proud again. Staring at me for a while, he switched his tone and said: “We’re close, why act so courteous…… how about sleeping over at my place tonight?”
It’s not like I’m dumb. Seeing his expression, I already knew that a teddy was possessing him again. I should have just refused him decisively and resolutely. However, I hesitated for a moment before saying: “It’s only 9pm. I’m taking a taxi back home.”
He probably never even had any hopes that I’d agree so he didn’t try to convince me to stay.
He went upstairs. I walked out by myself. I only walked a few meters before stopping, feeling strange all over.
I actually felt a bit of emotion that was similar to reluctance.
After feeling conflicted for about five minutes, I noticed that I had forgotten to return his car key back to him. This was truly an impeccable excuse.
Before pressing the doorbell, I swiftly tidied my hair. When I realized what I had done, I felt like I had already been infected by the guy inside, and turned stupid as well.
The door opened. I didn’t even have the chance to say anything, he immediately yanked me inside. There’s no lights inside the home. Everything was pitch black. Before I managed to figure out what’s going on, he turned me around by the shoulders and pushed me against the entrance door. Then, pressing tightly against my back, he looped a hand to my front and tried to untie my leather belt while his other hand groped me all over.
His half-hard thing poked me.
Practically exploding, I reflexively slammed him away with an elbow. Turning around and grabbing him by the collar, I slapped him twice, and feeling like he wanted to retaliate, I gave him a kick to the shin. I didn’t hold back my strength. There was no way it didn’t hurt. He hopped on one leg and backed off, cursing profanities: “Are you asking for death!”
I found the switch in the dark and opened the light.
He was instantly stunned and stammered: “Why, why are you back?”
I suddenly realized, he thought I was someone else.
He said awkwardly: “I didn’t think that you… the lights weren’t on, I mistook you. Everything was fine so how come you came back?”
Very unhappy, I threw the car key at him and said: “Forgot to return this to you.”
I threw it awry. The key brushed past his chin and dropped onto the rug. He bent down to pick it up. I saw the zipper on his pants was already pulled down halfway.
I asked him: “Who were you waiting for? A man?”
His gaze was somewhat evasive as he gave an almost inaudible ‘en’.
I took a breath and said: “You like men?”
He dropped his gaze and said quietly: “I just think it’s pretty fun.”
An indescribable irritation surged in my heart. I really wanted to slap him across the face viciously two more times
He glanced left and right for a while. After some thought, he started to stare straightforwardly at me again.
Clearly thinking about topping me.
I took out the bottle of traditional medicine from my pocket and said: “Here. To treat the sore.”
He was stunned briefly before finally accepting it. His expression was somewhat complex.
I examined his face. Just now, he might have only wiped off with some napkins. There was still cream on the edges of his hair. I told him: “You didn’t even wash your face. Going to hook up with a booty call just like this?”
He touched his face, put the medicine bottle on the table, and entered the bathroom.
I sat on the sofa, casually flipping through a magazine. One page, another page.
He likes me. He likes me not. He likes me. He likes me not.
I didn’t know how he had washed his face, but in the end, he still came out with a mess on his face. He sat down next to me. His bird was still out and exposed.
I gave it a glance.
He said ambiguously: “Why don’t you sleep here tonight?”
I asked back: “What kind of sleep?”
It was that kind of sleep of course.
tbh, I am not really interested in these two..I just want Yuan Rui QAQ
Thanks for the chapter!!
+1 They already have a story of their own I don’t think we need this… I don’t really like their dynamic either…
Thank you for the chapter ❤️
Thanks for the chapter ❤️❤️
thanks for the chapter!