But after I finished the food in the bowl, I didn’t want to eat anymore. I saw a pot of chopsticks being thrown around and washed, and the smell of wine made me feel unclean.
Han Jue ate deliciously, but he didn't do anything else for me. Sometimes it's surprising how considerate this man is.
After a while, someone brought some small plates of dishes. After each dish, Han Jue got some for me.
Dongfang Yuxie watched while eating, and said in a sour tone: "Brother Jue, why do you let her eat the first dish? Sure enough, you value sex over friends. With a girlfriend, we brothers have no status anymore~~~"
"Yes, yes~~~" There was a roar of resentful laughter.
"Your chopsticks are stained with drool. How dirty they are." Han didn't care at all and said it directly and heartlessly.
Wow~~~Howling! "Brother Jue, your chopsticks also have saliva."
Han Jue was very proud: "That's okay, she doesn't mind my saliva, right? Zhuangzhuang!" She smiled sideways at me... while watching me put the dish in my mouth and said: "Eating it shows you
You don’t mind my saliva, do you?” As he said this, he put his eyes on my lips lustfully.
Holy shit!
This gangster has no limits!
I really want to spit on his face that he doesn't mind!
With food in my mouth, I don’t know whether it’s better to swallow it or spit it out!
Han Jue sneered, turned his head and said: "Hey, you guys, don't look at my makeup anymore. Damn it, I won't bring it next time. Thank you for showing it to you!"
I'm blushing!
Really, even those who graduated from Radio and Television University cannot withstand such a thunder!
A group of men laughed wildly, but they really stopped talking about me. One or two of them talked about the recent football game and gun skills. There is a large ** production base near us, and ordinary people want to have it.
It is relatively easier to get a gun license than it is for people outside. Of course, it is still difficult for minors to get a gun. I don’t know how these boys who appear to be less than twenty years old got it. It sounds like they all have it.
Master.
Han Jue looked into my eyes and asked tentatively: "Let's go to the shooting range this weekend, okay?"
If Han Jue had said anything else, I might have refused, but target shooting has some very primitive and instinctive attraction for me.
I nodded.
Pretending not to see the surprised smile in his eyes.
My mood became a little better.
It turns out that I also have the ability to make others happy with just a simple consent.
The ancients said that birds of a feather flock together and people divide into groups. This is a very good saying. I may not have been lonely before, maybe I didn't meet the right person.