At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

The navy blue sundress is as pure and innocent as a lotus flower.

The light blue coat had fluffy, fuzzy cuffs.

The hood is a floppy cat-ear hat, and the legs are covered in white fishnet stockings with slouch socks.

The shoes are high-soled, pure white, with hidden wedges, and the style is based on an angelic, medical aesthetic.

but……

Her personality seems to be the complete opposite of her fashion sense.

Su Che remained silent, simply sitting there.

I sat across from her and observed her.

When encountering a new person, observe them first, then prescribe the right medicine for the right problem, and you will be able to get results.

This is his habit.

And she,

She was wiping away her tears with her little face buried in her hands.

I cried a few times with every sentence I said.

It seems that although he wasn't completely drunk, he was close to blacking out.

Look around.

The bar's interior space wasn't very large.

There are a total of 36 booths of various sizes.

The corner where the girl was located was considered a medium-sized card.

Minimum spending: 1800.

This price range isn't considered high in Tianjin, but it's certainly not at the bottom either.

It was 22:20 PM, and the bar was sparsely populated.

The background music wasn't played very loudly, but of course, the girl would still notice the sound of someone sitting down.

"Didn't I tell you not to send anyone to bother me anymore! You bunch of trash..."

"...?"

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but after wiping away her tears, she looked up and caught a glimpse of him already seated.

For some reason, the torrent of insults that should have erupted was stopped.

She looked curiously at his hair—

"You... this white, is it highlighted?"

"Oh, this one?"

Su Che pointed to the few strands of pure white hair on his head and denied it:

"No."

He was talking nonsense.

"Highlights aren't this sparse, random, and unstructured."

"How did it become white?"

"Sorrowful."

Su Che said with a smile.

"From worry?"

"Ah."

"You're about my age, what are you worried about?"

The girl had lost her previous aggressiveness, which had caused her to curse at everyone she met. Instead, she looked at him with curiosity, scrutinizing his face repeatedly.

For a fleeting moment,

She thought she had encountered a landmine.

Is it a hallucination?

She reached out the back of her hand again and wiped the corner of her eye, deciding to observe him more closely.

"Yeah, it's stressful writing a book."

"Writing a book?"

"Ah."

"Aren't you a male escort?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Su Che's first reaction was to refute her statement.

But then I thought, even though it was just filling in for the girl and comforting her, what I was doing could still be considered providing emotional support.

There's nothing I can do if the girl insists on thinking that way.

"If you say so, then it is."

He did not refute.

"Huh? Is that really true? You're just like them, full of sweet talk. Are you here to fool me?"

A hint of suspicion appeared in the girl's eyes, clearly showing her strong resistance and discomfort towards her other colleagues in the store, and even quite contempt for them.

Su Che was too lazy to explain, and he wouldn't try to change her mind.

They just kept sitting there, and there was no response.

For him, anyone can live in their own world.

If you insist on changing the other party's mindset according to your own ideas, it will definitely be a thankless task without any significant benefit.

"Why aren't you saying anything! Didn't you come over here just to chat me up?"

The girl persisted and became even more enthusiastic.

It seemed that the more indifferent her attitude was, the more reactive she would be, like an oasis flame burning fiercely in the desert.

Su Che smiled, shook his head, glanced at the proprietress who was secretly observing the place not far away, and said casually:

"Someone asked me to come and keep you company for a while. If you don't like it, I can leave anytime."

The way he looked at her was as if he were looking at an "object".

It's optional, and I won't insist on it.

to him,

Triple pay is certainly good.

But if you can't get the spiky ball, even if you try to pick it up, you'll end up with your hands covered in blood, and the cost won't even cover the treatment.

"What? You mean you're not interested in me, is that right?"

The girl seemed to sense his indifference, and in a fit of pique, she puffed up her cheeks, stood up abruptly, grabbed a tequila mug, and walked around the booth.

"how?"

Su Che looked up at her, as if trying to determine her motives.

[They're probably about to start acting unreasonably.]

He was guessing.

"Since you've come to keep me company, I'm not letting you leave unless you finish all this wine! Otherwise, I'll file a complaint against you! I'll say you don't respect your customers! I'll say you've bullied me!"

"is it?"

Su Che found it interesting.

Did I bully you?

Seeing the girl lean closer, he moved over, making room for her, and chuckled:

"Even if I didn't do anything to you, and even if I had just left, the landlady wouldn't have punished me."

After all, I'm just an employee. If I don't do a good job, I can quit. But if a customer wants to force me to do anything, they have to get my consent first—"

Before she could finish speaking, the girl bit her lower lip and abruptly stretched out her arm.

He gripped Su Che's wrist with all his might.

Before he could react, she raised her little face, puffed out her chest, and with lightning speed pulled it towards her chest—

The next breath:

"Now, you're bullying me."

……

……

Chapter 12 You're finished, you've become tearful.

"..."

This was the second time in Su Che's life that he had experienced hand feedback that was far removed from his daily life.

Even through the fluffy coat, the soft, adorable touch can be felt through the fabric.

It's important to understand that even on websites where you create your own content, this kind of situation is extremely high-risk and rarely allowed.

He snapped out of his daze, touched it briefly, then pulled away, raising an eyebrow.

"Trying to extort me?"

"Humph."

The girl remained noncommittal.