Although it was already late at night, when Lu Zhen came out of the club, his skin was still wrapped in the humid summer air.
He pulled his shorts and regretted dressing so seductively today.
Someone waved at him not far away. Lu Zhen knew he couldn't avoid it, so he took a deep breath, suppressed his inexplicable nervousness, and walked over.
A tall man was leaning against the luxurious car. He had taken off his suit and changed into a windbreaker. With his arms open, one could vaguely see the wrinkles on his shirt. His hair, which had been fixed with hairspray, had fallen loose a lot and hung down on his forehead, floating gently in the night breeze with the same force as the corners of his windbreaker.
He held a cigarette between his fingers and put it out before Lu Zhen approached. He raised his hand to fan away the rising white mist and smiled at the visitor.
Lu Zhen subconsciously pulled up his trouser legs again, wishing he could find a piece of cloth to cover his long legs that he was always proud of.
"It looks very beautiful." The man's voice was very pleasant, clear with a hint of hoarseness, which penetrated into the ears, like feathers gently flapping, tingling and tender.
"I just don't understand whether you are hot or cold." His words were full of sarcasm. His eyes switched between Lu Zhen's bare thighs and the large faux fur coat without any emotion, and he confirmed again, "But it does look good."
That feeling came again, the feeling of being held and breathed by someone. Lu Zhen's fingers grasped the air for a moment, then he said stiffly: "Mr. Fan, thank you for today. Actually, you don't have to spend any money. They... are not my friends."
"Know."
"Know?"
Maybe it was because of the alcohol, but the man's smile wasn't as gentle as before. He leaned lazily against the car, with a casual curve hanging at the corner of his lips.
"When I entered the room, I saw you standing in front of them like a little rooster, looking very proud and confident. I knew something unpleasant must have happened."
The doting and sticky "little cock" is no less lethal than "Zhenzhen". Lu Zhen automatically ignored the inexplicable waves in his heart and reluctantly searched for his memory: "Didn't you see me last?"
The man chuckled, with a hint of mischief in his voice: "It's just a show, to add to the dramatic effect."
This was half true and half false, and Fan Xiao indeed saw confusion in Lu Zhen's eyes.
The two of them were standing next to the parking lot, and a car was passing behind Lu Zhen. Fan Xiao's long fingers were on the chain button of the young man's coat, and he gently hooked it, pulling him in front of him.
The car whizzed past, and the gust of wind it created made the artificial fur on Lu Zhen's clothes fly, just like his uncontrollable heart, which was completely in chaos.
With his fingers still hooked on the button, Fan Xiao looked down at the young man who was almost clinging to him and said softly, "Asking them to drink is like slapping them in the face. No one can bully my Zhenzhen."
"!!!"
It was so hot, the heat wave in the studio, the summer heat, the temperature of the blood were all burning! Lu Zhen stared blankly at the handsome face of the man, feeling the heavy and rapid heartbeat hitting his eardrums again and again.
Suddenly, a phone rang, breaking the unusual atmosphere between the two. Lu Zhen took a step back and took out his phone in a panic. When he saw the name jumping on it, his expression suddenly froze.
Fan Xiao successfully sensed the regret and self-blame in Lu Zhen's expression. He leaned against the car again and asked politely, "Do you need me to step aside?"
Lu Zhen shook his head and answered the phone: "Well, it's almost over. I'm with... my friends now."
As expected, Fan Xiao heard You Shulang's voice coming faintly from the receiver. He lowered his eyes, hid his ambiguous smile, took out a cigarette, flicked it out and bit it between his teeth.
Appropriate smoking can make you feel happier, like now.
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Lu Zhen's call continued: "You should work overtime, so you don't have to pick me up. I'll call you when I get home, ah~"
A tall figure suddenly pressed forward, as if wanting to embrace Lu Zhen in his arms. His strong chest almost touched his mouth and nose, and the thin silk material of his trousers brushed across his smooth thighs, leaving a cool feeling.
The man's hand quickly waved at Lu Zhen's side, and the wind hit the young man's neck.
Fan Xiao lowered his body, leaned close to Lu Zhen's ear and said slowly in a very low voice: "There are mosquitoes. I've driven them away for you." He tilted his head to glance at the phone placed next to the young man's ear and kindly reminded him, "The person on the phone asked you what's wrong? He seemed a little... anxious."
Lu Zhen seemed to have suddenly woken up from a deep dream. He quickly half-closed his phone with his hand and said hurriedly, "I'm fine, don't worry, I just encountered... a flying insect. I'll hang up first. Okay, bye."
Lu Zhen put down the phone and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Now, Fan Xiao had withdrawn his body and asked with a cigarette in his mouth, "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"
Seeing the young man shaking his head, he lit a cigarette with a match, then shook his wrist to extinguish the firefly.
"It was you on the phone just now...?"
The white mist exhaled by Fan Xiao and his voice scattered around Lu Zhen's ears. The young man hesitated for a moment, and said as if he had made up his mind: "Mr. Fan, I'm sorry for letting you spend money tonight. I will pay you back for the wine, but I don't have that much money now. Can you let me pay you back bit by bit?"
Without waiting for Fan Xiao to respond, he quickly said, "Also, the person on the phone just now was mine..."
"Brother Fan, Lu Zhen? You haven't left yet?" A pleasant male voice suddenly interrupted Lu Zhen.
Following the sound, it was the handsome man who had just sat in the middle of the sofa in the private room. He came out of the club and walked down the stairs, smiling sweetly, with eyes like hooks, always fixed on Fan Xiao, not giving Lu Zhen a single cent.
Walking slowly, the handsome man stood very close to Fan Xiao, looking up with a coquettish look on his face: "Brother Fan's wine has made people drunk, you bought the wine happily, but you didn't care when people got drunk."
"Really?" Fan Xiao bit the cigarette butt lightly, glanced at the people around him in the thin blue smoke, and smiled casually, "That's really a sin."
Then he turned his gaze back to Lu Zhen and asked, "Who did you say was on the phone?"
Lu Zhen glanced at the handsome man standing behind Fan Xiao, his eyes full of contempt, and slowly clenched his fists and shook his head: "Nothing, he is... a family member."
Fan Xiao raised his eyebrows: "Family?" He didn't know what funny thing he thought of. He took a deep puff of cigarette happily, and then concluded, "Your... family really cares about you."
The handsome man beside him didn't like being ignored. He suppressed a playful look in the corner of his eyes, hooked his fingers on Fan Xiao's sleeves, and shook his arm slightly: "Brother Fan's wine got people drunk, how are you going to atone for your sins?"
He spoke slowly and leisurely: "You say."
The handsome man glanced at the luxury car beside him, and said with a reserved tone, "I feel a little dizzy. How about Brother Fan take me home?"
The man smiled, and Lu Zhen seemed to see coldness in his half-closed eyes.
He took a long puff of the cigarette and spit it out, then threw it on the ground and extinguished it with the sole of his shoe. After doing this, Fan Xiao suddenly raised his hand and broke the fingers hooked on his sleeves.
He pulled his windbreaker back, put his hands in his trouser pockets, lowered his body slightly, looked at the beautiful man, and said word by word: "I am homophobic, so stay away from me."
"But..." He put his arm on Lu Zhen's shoulder, "But Lu Zhen is an exception."
Lu Zhen: "!"