I looked at Han Jue leisurely. Han Jue looked back and smiled: "Zhuangzhuang, come here."
I lazily stood up, stood beside him, and smelled Han Jue's unique fresh and intoxicating scent.
He said to me: "Can't you play pool?" In China, probably most girls can't play pool.
I won't comment.
Han Jue stretched out his hand, wrapped it around my waist, leaned his face towards me, and chuckled at me: "How about I hold your hand and let you score your first goal in your life?"
Hearing Han Jue's laughter and looking at this pair of charming and beautiful black eyes, my originally bad mood became strangely relaxed.
His body turned lightly and came behind me. A hand gently touched my back, bringing a fiery warmth to my back. I even felt that his heartbeat was in that hand, and it was with me. Through a stimulating heartbeat, I conveyed the secret that I didn’t even understand to the other party.
I pursed my lips and began to feel hot. Without exception, I felt nervous again!
Nervous, a word that is rare for me, suddenly came to visit me frequently after meeting Han Jue.
I swallowed softly and heard his slightly moist smile from behind me, close to my ear: "Ha... you can't be so stiff."
That string of jokes only made me stiffer. The memory of him hugging me that night flashed through my mind.
Damn it! I think this person did it on purpose!
His right hand sank and he pushed the club out with force... Then he put it on my waist and motioned me to watch the direction of the ball...
The red ball fell into the middle pocket without any suspense.
Wow, the ball was originally at the entrance of the hole, and there was no obstacle to the distance from the white ball. In such a suitable position, it is possible for beginners to hit it.
He is so proud of himself, is it possible that he wants me to clap for this?
He gave this man a hard look.
He straightened up and broke free from the grasp of his arms.
Han Jue sighed in frustration. After a while, his eyes lit up, "Zhuangzhuang, if I score a goal, can you just let me hug you?!"
I glared at him, this man is so shameless, what does your goal have to do with me.
"It's really boring to play billiards without an opponent and nothing to bet on." He was rogue.
I looked at the movement of the ball on the board, thought about it, and prepared to draw the pole and simply drop the round in seconds to see what he would win.