E-sports male god begging to let go

Chapter 261 Don't Like Your Type
It was late, the rain had stopped long ago, and the air was filled with a damp and ambiguous atmosphere.

The lights in the bedroom were not turned on, and I didn't look carefully, so I couldn't see the lingering on the balcony at all.

But for those who deliberately look this way, they can vaguely see the two kissing.

As for Si Han and Feng Han, they were the ones who cared. In fact, they also accidentally looked at Shijie's terrace, but they didn't expect to see them making out again.

"Mr. Si Han still has this habit?" Feng Han held the red wine glass, gently shaking the red wine, smiling and teasing, his eyes followed his gaze.

Si Han drank his red wine, looked away, turned around, leaned against the glass fence, smiled lightly and said nothing.

Seeing the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Feng Han became playful, stepped on high heels, and stood in front of him. The distance between the two was just a punch away, and asked jokingly, "What type of woman does Mr. Si Han like?"

Si Han looked back at her with a smile in his eyes, but what he said was extremely hurtful: "In short, I don't like your type."

The teasing in Feng Han's eyes gradually subsided, but his eyes were still slightly bent, and he touched the wine glass in his hand: "It just so happens that I don't like your type either." She turned around and drank from the glass Jiu, put away his laugh completely, and said revengefully, "No fun, no charm, and looks very average, I don't know if those fans are blind."

Si Han stood behind her, looked at her black and straight hair, pressed the tip of his tongue to his right cheek, took another gulp of wine, straightened his waist leaning against the fence, Feng Han only turned around, but didn't look at her. Walking forward, at this moment, the distance is even closer, so close that you can smell the fragrance from her hair, it's not strong, but it smells good.

The wind blew up his hair and swept it to his neck. He was raising his hands to help him down, and was about to raise his feet to stand aside, but Feng Han suddenly turned back and said, "Are you still drinking?"

His shoulder touched his chest, and the high-heeled shoes he was stepping on had thinner heels, so he couldn't stand firmly and staggered.

Si Han immediately stretched out his hand that was not holding the wine glass and put his arms around her waist: "Be careful!"

Feng Han put his hands on his shoulders, his upper body leaned back a little, but his lower body was close to his legs, and he also bowed slightly, in an intimate posture.

"Thank you, Mr. Si Han." After calming down, Feng Han smiled again, stood up straight, and deliberately brushed his exposed collarbone with his fingertips.

Si Han withdrew his hand, looked down at her slender hand, and said, "Don't drink, we have to compete tomorrow."

He stepped around her and put the wine glass on the wooden table.

"Where do I sleep?"

"Next door." He went back to the house.

Feng Han looked at his tall and straight back, and then looked at the balcony in the distance, there was no one there, and there was no light.

"My type, don't you like it?" She put the wine glass back, and the high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound. When she passed by the door of his toilet, she smiled charmingly and muttered, "Oh, we'll see,"

Then he said softly to the inside, "Na Si Han, good night first," and after getting the response from inside, he said, "Don't have any strange dreams at night~"

Si Han, who had already taken off his shirt in the toilet and was about to take a shower, heard the last sentence and the sound of the door closing, dipped his hands in water, wiped the collarbone she had just touched, and let out a soft "tsk".

At one o'clock in the night, Si Han woke up from his dream, wiped the sweat off his brow, got out of bed and lit a cigarette.

In the darkness, the shadows of two women alternated in his mind.

The face is Shi Jie's face, and "Brother" is also her delicate voice in the live broadcast room, but the undulating and delicate body sitting on him is Feng Han, the almost real touch in the dream, before going to bed Just hugged.

"Sao!" He pinched the bridge of his nose, put out the cigarette, lay down and continued to sleep, the faces of Shi Jie and Feng Han alternated in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

　If your crush says you don't like your type, what will you do?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)