Drunken Aftermath (2)

Shuo Yan felt a tightness in his throat, and moved his eyes away rather unnaturally, but he couldn't help but return his gaze to the man outside when he walked in.

He wore a little thin, eyebrows in the light down, still like an extremely handsome piece of thin jade, very translucent and flawless.

I don't know whether he was used to cold temperament, even if he is no longer the former character, a glance can still feel that the face on a layer of faint chill.

Maybe it was the color of the snow outside that made his face so cold.

Zhifan Shen cleared his throat, smiled, and when he smiled the frost faded away, and the coolness between his eyes was replaced by a sardonic childishness, turning into a warm thin jade.

But he also flickered his eyes in an equally unnatural way, and realized that wherever he looked, he seemed to be reminded of yesterday's awkward situation, so he finally laid his eyes on Lun Lao.

"Ahem, well, good afternoon, Mr. Lun Lao." His voice was a little hard, low as a fly, "Good afternoon, General Shuo Yan."

Shuo Yan turned his head, his expression very stiff.

"Well ...... good afternoon."

"Uh-huh." Zhifan Shen was also a bit embarrassed and could only answer.

Shuo Yan paused, for he didn't know what to say, so he had to nod stiffly in response again as well.

...... All in all the scene is very awkward.

"ah ah," Lun Lao big grin open legs, holding the chin in the eyes of the full of doubt, "Mr. Shen is too strange, from now on we are all a department of ah, directly call the adults on it, adults today is also very strange ah, nothing ah, you see you kissed yesterday kissed ah, and still polite what ah hahahaha We're all just going to be writers here."

Shuo Yan: "......"

Zhifan Shen : "......"

Oh good, the awkwardness of the scene managed to escalate to MAX.

Shuo Yan never felt Dao Yan's role turned out to be so great, nor did he ever feel that Lun Lao's killing power was so great.

"Huh?" Lun Lao tilted his head, "Why are you all looking at me, hahaha even if I'm good looking I don't need to look at you like that, why don't we just communicate about what happened last night ......?"

Lun Lao looked up and finally saw the gaze of Lord General who was about to poke him to death, and he somehow felt a chill in his neck and hardened his last ending tone of voice.

He cocked his head, remembering some of Dao Yan's nagging words to his hand before he left.

-- "Don't tell His Excellency the General what happened last night."

-- "Remember."

-- "And don't disturb His Excellency and Mr. Shen when they're alone."

-- "Remember to remember to remember."

-- "If you have a life to live."

Lun Lao in his heart played a small plan, think the general adults too stingy, not just poor wine, which is something we all know what is not good to say, as for not disturbing him and Mr. Shen alone together ......

He cocked his head in thought for a moment.

Think also did not ah, now it should be Mr. Shen to disturb him and General Lord alone ah.

Lun Lao feels very aggrieved.

I thought Dao Yan must not be smart enough to leave any useful advice.

Dao Yan, who had just returned home with a hangover, had to attend a family meeting after his trek home and was suffering from a headache, and after he had managed to slow down and was talking well, he suddenly sneezed viciously.

He sniffled and thought, "It can't be Lun Lao, that gavel, chanting about him again, can it?

He should ...... not fail to listen to him, should he?

Lun Lao was aggrieved, but he still pondered over the look of the General, and then pondered over the look of Zhifan Shen, and finally found a few hints of something seemingly wrong.

"Lun Lao."

Shuo Yan couldn't stand it and spoke softly.

Although the voice was light, for some reason Lun Lao felt a rather ferocious wind running down his spine making him shiver, and he looked at the Lord General somewhat dumbfounded, his insides shivering underneath his body.

"How, what's wrong my lord," Lun Lao gulped, her eyes very confused, "I shouldn't have done anything ...... wrong today, right?"

He paused and then said, very doubtfully, "Is there really?"

But he's just helping Mr. Shen integrate into their new ministry ah.

Did he, did he do something wrong again?

...... Shuo Yan suddenly felt that without Dao Yan, even punishing Lun Lao has no motivation.

Lun Lao aggrievedly stood up, succumbing to the General s lustful authority and took two steps back, "Then ...... then you guys chat, I, I first go down to shovel a snow chant."

Shuo Yan managed to breathe a sigh of relief, and when he looked up, he saw Zhifan Shen's clear, slightly drooping eyes, and his heart tightened again.

--Now it's just the two of them.

So the awkwardness of the atmosphere didn't seem to be two points better than Lun Lao's departure.

But he could not remain silent, and endeavoring to find a topic of conversation, he happened to glance at the youth's somewhat thin shirt, "Why are you wearing so little?"

He was suddenly dumbfounded again just as he finished speaking, and almost bit his tongue when he looked back.

Zhifan Shen blushed, his eyes glancing outward in a messy way, "...... Because my clothes are on you."

Shuo Yan didn't even have the strength to clear his throat.

He was now embarrassed.

He hadn't been this embarrassed in a long time, ever since the Lord General had passed his rebellious and middle-two stage many years ago.

He was mostly serious and immovable, and even from his youth it was evident that his restraint was almost too strong for a common man to arrive at.

And if that kind of emotion once poured ...... almost without thinking, he could probably imagine the approximate reason why Zhifan Shen clothes appeared on him just by listening to the description from Lun Lao s mouth.

If the things that are usually suppressed for a long time he is all open, then ...... then it undoubtedly means that he must ...... have done something to Zhifan Shen yesterday.

-- "Then you hugged and kissed Mr. Shen for a while, and then you said in front of us that you wanted to marry him, and, well, there didn't seem to be much else."

Shuo Yan's ears inevitably echoed Lun Lao's words.

...... would very much like to poke the Lun Lao who just told him this, and of course even more so, he would like to poke himself who did this yesterday.

He, he had a hard time coaxing the other guy to come.

Well, it hasn't been very difficult.

Zhifan Shen was now as clean and clear as a stream that could be seen to the end, and from the very beginning had made no secret of her admiration for him.

So coaxing such Zhifan Shen is almost easy, but even so easy, facing the other party's overly trusting he feels helpless and weak.

There's also some sense of torment without a bottom.

It is like a dry and dying fish suddenly being brought to water, but the fish doesn't know whether it is boiling water in a boiling pot or the sea water that gives it life and salvation.

So ...... much so that he felt a wave of bewilderment and timidity when that layer was suddenly pierced.

"I was, last night, very rude."

He licked his lips and his head lowered, revealing the stern, handsome side of his face.

"My drinking ...... hasn't been very good, did I scare you?"

"It's okay," Zhifan Shen paused and waved his hand hastily, then paused again, as if he couldn't hold back, "It's just ...... a little bit more, slightly, spirited than you usually are. "

Shuo Yan: "......"

He cleared his throat again, honestly there wasn't much left for him to clear, yet he just couldn't help it when he was extraordinarily nervous and embarrassed.

"Yesterday was so out of character," he sat down on his side and re-poured himself a cup of sobering broth, the Lord General had years of experience as a leader after all, and still looked very composed when he was pretending, except for the fact that he knew that his fingers were still trembling slightly, "I apologize. "

Zhifan Shen shook his head again, "No, no, no ...... drunk, this, can understand."

Shuo Yan The throat is moving again, a nervousness and directly drink the sober soup, froze to drink the vigor and determination of the guillotine.

"Yesterday I thought I wouldn't get drunk, I didn't think ...... cough," after drinking two mouthfuls of it I don't know if it was a psychological reason, he felt better, and finally had the courage to turn to the youth across the street, "These two days are a vacation , I'll send you back."

Zhifan Shen bowed his head slightly hesitantly, paused, and seemed to be a little tongue-tied.

"Ah yes," Shuo Yan realized in a flash, "you just came over, you were looking for me for something, right?"

Zhifan Shen nodded and finally mustered up enough courage to take out a branch of flowers from his back.

Shuo Yan froze, due to his nervousness and weakness just now, he had never realized that Zhifan Shen had one hand behind his back.

Now he sees what he's hiding behind.

It was a sprig of flower, but without the little blossom it would hardly have been much different from a weed, petite and tender with white petals, it didn't look too sprightly, after all it had been uprooted, but the sunlight was so showy that even such a plain flower was tinted with a couple of searing shades of gold.

His heart tightened and he looked at Zhifan Shen with some confusion.

"You gave this to me last night when you were drunk," Zhifan Shen seemed to laugh softly, his head was bowed so that he couldn't see the expression clearly, but the light fell on the top of his brow with great gentleness, "Yesterday it hadn't bloomed yet, but in the morning I woke up to find it bloomed, and it's beautiful, would you mind telling me what kind of flower it is?"

Shuo Yan throat a astringent, low voice spoke, "The name of the flower? it is called ...... moonlight forget-me-nots."

"Well, in that case," Zhifan Shen continued to hang his head, and if one looked closely one could also see that his wrist holding the flower branch was also trembling gently, "Then, then thank you for giving it to me yesterday."

He paused and seemed to realize that Shuo Yan had nothing to say, and after a somewhat hesitant pause, he seemed to be a bit lost, and could only turn around with some reluctance, "I'll take my leave then ......"

Though he turned, his feet lurched as he heard footsteps coming from behind him, and before he could turn around, fingers tugged across his arm, and he followed the inertia back to his head, where the other man's fingers glued themselves to his chin again.

His jaw was gently wrenched up eagerly but not rudely, and before his eyes could open, the other man had kissed him.

He smelled the sobering broth, not punchy, but distinctly refreshing.

This kiss was extraordinarily short, just as last night's kiss was extraordinarily long.

"...... Are you still drunk even now."

After the kiss, Zhifan Shen did not dare to raise his eyes.

The other man's breath was still as far away from him as he could get, and he squinted his eyes just enough to see the high bridge of the other man's nose.

"No," the other man spoke decisively, his voice as low as a distant mountain stream slowly striking Zhifan Shen's mind, "I'm wide awake now."

"I ...... am very much awake," the other's voice slowed again hesitantly, with an ineffable lightness and gaiety, and could not help mixing in a twofold lover's lingering moon-like murmur, "very much. "

Before his words left his mouth, he did not wait for the youth in the circle to respond, even though he deeply kissed again.