[VIII]

The model came over and asked him if he wanted to go to a bar together.

Jun Ran nodded, and a group of tall and slender models in the background cheered. After all, this blue-eyed mixed race has always followed the noble and glamorous route.

Gu Xiran just phone him, said the two days may not return, and instructed him to eat well, uncomfortable to phone him.

He is not coming back.

The city's winter has a kind of icy siren, the snow does not melt, dripping water into ice. Gu Xiran said he grew up in a small city by the sea, where there is no winter, it never snows. Jun Ran listened with envy, but only envy.

The bar is very crowded, and a group of tall young models immediately attracted a lot of eyes. Jun Ran is very quiet, cup after cup. Alcohol purity of vodka, liquid color in the changing light beautiful shimmering, set off his fingers as sheep's jade crafts.

So was the turn to drink, know, do not know, smile, tease, come and go.

He remembered that at the age of seven, there were more than a hundred medicine people, a month later only ten left, and then was asked to shape the roots and bones, ten people and the children were selected elsewhere up together in one place, more than a hundred people in the cave for three days, three days later came out five.

This is refining compulsion, a bunch of poisonous insects put together, straight left the last one. He was the only one of the five who did not rely on the two allies to survive, so the last to be chosen was him.

Even with the poison he has survived, which will be afraid of alcohol.

The models who took off their outerwear and had hot bodies began to dance, with enchanting curves, and Jun Ran did not know how eye-catching he was leaning against the bar and drinking quietly in the bar, with more and more eyes lingering on him, vaguely seductive.

There were people who kept buying drinks.

Jun Ran nodded to the people around him and drank, always without saying a word.

The music suddenly changed.

The center of attention shifted to the narrow stage.

The dancer is very special, a black dress decorated with sequins outlines a slender body, looks hooked, with the music around a steel pipe stretching the body, painted long eyeliner eyes demonic black, the range of motion with the music is getting bigger and bigger, a leg sweep a bend, extremely seductive, dynamic but with a touch of arrogance, like a cheetah patrolling the territory.

Every joint of the body is very flexible. Generally, people need to dance with a force grip will be used to the right hand, even if the dancers experience more training some deep-rooted habits can not change, but he did not, as if he was born to grow on that stage, that small, dim restless and unusually shiny square inch, there is a share of arbitrary confidence, this moment he is the king of the night.

When the dance was in full swing, he reached out and pulled out the leather whip pinned to his waist, and threw it at the pole with a strange, clear crunch.

The crowd is boiling.

The greater the range, the man just stuck on the crotch of the black leather pants with the waist movements exuding deadly sexy, every movement is seductive. He hooked one foot on a steel pipe, leaned over, and picked up a man's glass of wine off the stage, and with a strong effort at the waist, rose and drank it clean in one gulp.

He bit the long stem of the goblet and swirled it around the pole and gave it back to the man, the whip gently tracing the contours of the man's face, as if a lover's greeting.

The crowd roared.

The man on the stage is not frugal, pinching his chin and lingering a kiss.

A strong taste of eroticism.

On this day there is wine this day drunk, twilight death, and life.

Jun Ran has been watching him, his eyesight, and even see the residual liquor in the corners of the man's mouth.

Gu Xiran jumped off the stage, that moment to meet the line of sight.

Next to the group of demons, eyes sunken, through a share of eloquent fear, as abandoned beasts.

How can you be here?

Gu Xiran set aside the crowd to walk over and look directly at him, in the noise of his left ear.

"Quickly go home, I still have things to do later and can not leave, busy to go back, wait for me at home, okay."

Jun Ran was silent, he remembered in front of the skin care counter someone asked Gu Xiran, you are friends?

At that time, Gu Xiran did not answer.

Jun Ran's face was very pale. He swept his eyes on the bar with unpacked glasses of various colors and half a glass of vodka that had not been drunk.

Silently hold your forehead.

A hand grabbed his arm, someone came over to stop, it turned out to be the model with Jun Ran.

Enter the storage room, where the guests' winter clothes are placed.

Reaching out for the key, he unlocked the lock and took out the clothes for this man to put on, a slim woolen cardigan, buttoned up one by one, then put on a coat for him, put one sleeve on, and when he put on the second sleeve, he almost Wrapping him in his arms, he touched his cheek inadvertently.

Take out the scarf and put it on the man, and after taking care of it, he also took the key hanging around his neck and opened the locker, dressed, and went out of the bar.

The night is late, the sky is cold. Gu Xiran can not stop the car, he looked at Jun Ran, wanting to ask what, but still closed his mouth. He has not removed his makeup, just that glance raised eyebrows oblique eyes in the cold night inexplicably have a taste of lust.

"Cold, you go to the door and so on, hit the car I call you." Today the boss temporarily called to support, hitchhiking, or you can drive him back.

"Hard to feel."

"Who let you drink so much wine, that is, colleagues on the side should not be so careless." Gu Xiran pressed his forehead, and again some fever.

Jun Ran knew that this person would not let him go home alone.

Naturally, he was given a hard time by his boss on the phone.

After arriving home and putting on hot water, push this person in to take a bath, then help him blow dry his hair, wrap up the quilt and hold down to sleep.

Jun Ran did not ask, he did not say.

That glance really stung him, incomprehension, trepidation, with a little aggravation, not a little disgust and contempt.

As if asking, why are you here, why don't you go home.

I was waiting for you.