Chapter 27: Stick it to me for a while and it won't hurt.

Sensing the gazes of the people around him, Yu Fan turned around and tried to break Chen Jingshen's head back, only to crash into Chen Jingshen's eyes again.

In order to play dice with Zuo Kuan just now, Yu Fan leaned over a bit. There were more people in the back of the room, and the sofa space was crowded.

Yu Fan realized that he was too close to Chen Jingshen.

Close enough that he could smell Chen Jingshen's scent in the smoke-filled booth. The minty scent of alcohol blended into a unique, cold and refreshing scent.

Chen Jingshen's breathing was slightly heavy, and his eyes were starry with alcohol.

For a moment, Yu Fan suddenly couldn't think of what he was going to curse.

Some people in the box had secretly raised their cell phones, no one was singing, and the people on the other end of the couch were all poking their heads toward them.

After Chen Jingshen moved, their heads moved--

Then they saw Yu Fan with a murderous face.

"............?"

The crowd reacted instantly!

Yeah! It's not like there's a rule about whether the person next to you is of the same sex or the opposite sex.

It just doesn't seem as watchable if it's pro-gay ...... my ass!

The ones holding up their cell phones instantly raised them higher!

The guy next to me whispers, "Really, really hot kiss?"

"That's what the card says anyway ......"

"So who is Chen Jingshen going to kiss?"

"Nonsense, of course it's better to kiss Yu Fan than a girl, right?"

"Can Yu Fan say yes?"

"Wasn't it Yu Fan himself who first asked the schoolteacher to take the risk?"

"......" kind of makes sense.

Wang Luan glanced at Zhang Xianjing, who had twisted his body around to secretly replenish his lipstick, and then turned his head to look at Yu Fan, who was motionless and full of murderous anger, and couldn't help but pinch a sweat for Chen Jingshen in his heart.

"Grass." Zuo Kuan frowns, "What the hell kind of card is that? Why haven't I seen this one before?"

"Isn't this kind of adventure card quite normal?" Zhang Xianjing put away his lipstick, "Alright, come on! We've all been drawn, our class is definitely willing to gamble! Isn't it just a three-minute kiss? There's nothing to be afraid of."

Zuo Kuan: "......"

Wang Luan was trying to play it off, but Zhang Xianjing turned around and let the cat out of the bag.

So he could only try to round up the situation, "A passionate kiss is too much, forget it, just a casual kiss for fun - Zuo Kuan, you're okay with that, right?"

It's a game between the bully and Zuo Kuan. As long as Zuo Kuan agrees, it doesn't matter to anyone else.

"No comment!" Zuo Kuan grumpily answered quickly.

Although Chen Jingshen is looking at Yu Fan, what if he changes his mind and wants to kiss Zhang Xianjing again?

Well, now it's up to the schoolteacher whether he wants chastity or life.

"OK." Wang Luan looked at Chen Jingshen, "Then who are you kissing the school bully ......?"

Yu Fan was snapped back to his senses by the question, and he clasped his arms, indifferently twisting his head to the other side.

His face was cold and hard, and resistance was written all over him.

On the other side. Zhang Xianjing threw his lipstick into his bag, picked at his good-looking lips, poked Chen Jingshen's shoulder in a shy manner, and lionized him in his ear with a very small voice: "School bully, I'll cooperate with you? As long as you are willing to cover my homework and exams this semester ......"

Chen Jingshen has no intention of making a deal with her.

He withdrew his gaze, exhaled very heavily, and wanted to ask if four glasses of wine would put the matter to rest, when he felt a gust of wind sweep violently in front of him--

An arm crossed roughly in front of him.

The white jumper is loose and the sleeves are a little wrinkled after sitting for a long time, perfectly expressing the owner's displeasure and chicanery.

Chen Jingshen was very rarely slightly stunned, and he stared at the fabric of the dress for two seconds before raising his eyes and inclining his head to look over.

Yu Fan stared forward, his face even more smelly than earlier, and coldly spat out one word: "Kiss."

Everyone around them froze as well.

Zuo Kuan was the first to come to his senses and immediately protested, "Even with your own hands? And through the fucking clothes?"

"How come it doesn't count?" Wang Luan picked up quickly, "Did I just say, kiss me anywhere, anything! Then you can kiss anywhere you want. You said it yourself."

Zuo Kuan : "Who knew you guys could mix so well?!"

Yu Fan frowned and was just about to say You don't get an inch, but the warmth and confining feeling coming from his wrist instantly made him shut up.

He subconsciously jerked his hand, didn't draw it back, and turned his eyes to glance at it.

Chen Jingshen gripped his wrist and without moving, used force to lift his palm upwards.

Yu Fan curled his hand passively, and before he could react, his own fingers were already against Chen Jingshen's face.

He could even feel Chen Jingshen's breath, squirting very heavily into his fingers--

Half a second later. Chen Jingshen, eyes half-lidded, kissed him on the palm of his hand.

Yu Fan froze like an electric shock.

The place where it was touched felt like it was on fire, snaking up the veins and burning all the way to the ear.

The surroundings were quiet again, even the song on the stereo was pressed to pause.

Wang Luan and Zuo Kuan had just reached the words "You guys in class 7 can't afford to play" and "You guys in class 8 are so cheap", when they stopped together.

Zhang Xianjing stared at a pair of fox eyes, wanting to scold Yu Fan for stealing business, but looking up, he realized that under the dim light, Chen Jingshen's eyes were much softer than usual.

The hand on his face was curled slightly and didn't seem as open as it usually did.

Chen Jingshen said, "Is it okay?"

Wang Luan and Zuo Kuan were still in shock and looked at Chen Jingshen with a bit of admiration.

Chen Jingshen, was that a kiss on the palm of your hand?

That's a fucking tiger cushion!

Zuo Kuan mumbles, "...... will do."

"Schoolboy." Wang Luan gave him a genuine thumbs up, "You're this."

Chen Jingshen ignored them, holding that wrist and letting it down, loosening his grip and whispering hoarsely toward the person next to him, "Thank you."

Yu Fan steeped back, pulled his own hand out, and asked in a gritted teeth whisper, "I fucking ...... let you kiss my hand?"

"So where's the kiss?"

Yu Fan turned his head with the thought of bundling his sleeves into a ball and stuffing them into Chen Jingshen's mouth, but his eyes stopped when they reached the position below the tip of Chen Jingshen's nose.

Grass ......

"Hey, here's the booze," yelled a boy standing at the table, "Anyone else playing dice? Two more, let's have a lively game."

"Me."

The man turned around and saw Yu Fan, remembering the scene of him dry humping Zuo Kuan just now, he couldn't help but dryly laugh, "Brother Shuang, aren't you tired after just playing for so long? Why don't you rest for a while ......"

"Not tired." Yu Fan rose abruptly, moved a separate leather stool from next door and sat down, raising his eyes to the man across the room, "Zuo Kuan, come here and continue."

Zuo Kuan, who was just about to lie down for a rest: "......"

"You, Wang Luan, and your class bully, the three of you take turns screwing me, is it unplayable?" He couldn't help but ask.

"How many of your eighth class are here tonight?" Yu Fan snapped the dice cup toward the wine table, "Lift them all up."

......

It took Yu Fan no more than half an hour to drink down a few people from the 8th class.

"No way no way." The gym student in their class waved his hand, "I can't fucking drink anymore, can I smoke risky cards too?"

Yu Fan nodded graciously, "Yes."

Zuo Kuan, who was sitting next to the gym student, got up with a jolt, "Wang Luan, change your seat."

"No change." Wang Luan laughed at him, "At most, it's just a kiss on the palm of your hand, what's the big deal ......"

Yu Fan pinched up a dice and threw it straight at him, which was caught by Wang Luan with a cheeky grin.

The gym student had better luck than Chen Jingshen, and drew the risky card of going to the next box to sing on the Tibetan Plateau.

A bunch of boys instantly boiled, they all got up and clustered around him to the next door, the box was half empty at once.

Yu Fan was not interested in this and stayed in the box.

He picked up his glass and took a sip, two sips, and a third before he finally looked back reluctantly.

Chen Jingshen sat quietly, seemingly lifting his eyelids with feeling the moment he turned back.

Yu Fan noticed that Chen Jingshen seemed to be sitting a bit crooked.

Not only was his body askew, but his head was also tilted to the side with little strength, obviously in a drunken stance. After a few seconds, the head dropped a little more, and in a little while, it would probably be able to lie directly on Zhang Xianjing's shoulder.

Zhang Xianjing sits with a smile on his face, seemingly ready to receive.

That's good. Yu Fan lazily withdrew his gaze.

Chen Jingshen slid down another millimeter, Zhang Xianjing tensed his shoulders, thinking, "How long do we have to wait, why don't we just push his head down?

She just moved her fingers, but suddenly a hand reached over, grabbed Chen Jingshen's collar, and stood the person back upright.

Yu Fan grasped him expressionlessly, thinking, "What's the point of pretending if you can't drink?

Unexpectedly, Chen Jingshen raised his eyes to look at him, then lowered his head and raised his hand to squeeze the corner of his coat.

"Yu Fan." Chen Jingshen mumbled faintly, "I'm not feeling well."

......

After spilling their guts in the next booth, a group of boys exited the next booth while apologizing and laughing.

"Grass, I won't come to this ktv for the rest of my life!" The gym student's neck turned red with shame and anger.

The crowd turned around and was about to go back when the door to their compartment suddenly opened. Yu Fan came out from inside with a person in one hand and a school bag in the other.

Wang Luan looked at him in shock, unable to remember the last time he had seen Yu Fan carrying a backpack.

"He can't, I'll send him away first." Seeing him, Yu Fan faintly said.

"OK." Wang Luan said, "Can you move it?"

"Could be."

That said, Wang Luan stood at the door and watched them for a while.

Then he realized that the schoolteacher was drunk, but had a solid, steady stride.

Wang Luan turned his head back to the box with a sense of relief.

-

After nine o'clock, the night rush.

Everyone else is dressed up and entering the party in glittering splendor. Yu Fan is helping a drunken man out at this time, so she's ashamed to show her face.

"Want to throw up?"

Chen Jingshen was silent for a moment and deliberated, "A little."

"Swallow it back."

"Good."

Having said that, Yu Fan finally turned around and carried the man to the restroom.

He waited outside for a while, and Chen Jingshen came out. I don't know whether he threw up or not, but his face was covered with water, so he should have washed his face.

He glanced out at the crowded traffic and asked, "Your home address."

Chen Jingshen: "I'm not going home."

Yu Fan nods, "So which street do you want to sleep on?"

Chen Jingshen The hair on his forehead was wet and gathered together.

He said, "I told my family I came out to make up for it, and now I don't have the time to go back."

"......"

Five minutes later, the two went into a nearby 7-11 convenience store.

The convenience store that opened next to the ktv didn't have many customers, and most of the people who came in at this time were buying cigarettes.

Yu Fan found him a seat by the window and placed him with his bag.

"What time do you make up?"

Chen Jingshen glanced at the wall clock, "Eleven o'clock."

"......" Yu Fan frowned impatiently.

Chen Jingshen changed his tune, "But you can leave at ten o'clock, my house is far away, an hour is just right."

"Why do you still come here?" Yu Fan said, "Still drinking so much? Do you know how to play dice and drink with Zuo Kuan?"

Chen Jingshen converged his eyes, "He asked me to change my position."

"......"

"I don't want to change."

"......"

Yu Fan tensed his eyelids and turned away.

"Where to?" Chen Jingshen asked.

"Smoking."

Yu Fan walked to the door before remembering that he had no cigarettes in his cigarette case.

He turned toward the counter and was just about to pull out his money when Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the honey that was being sold on the edge of the table.

Genus will do business.

"Get me a packet of ......" Yu Fan paused, "honey."

The salesman froze, "I'm sorry, the only honey we have here is in jars."

"Know," Yu Fan frowned irritably, took out his money and put it on the counter, and said vaguely, "Do you ...... have any warm water and cups."

When Yu Fan went back, Chen Jingshen had already leaned against the window and closed his eyes.

Chen Jingshen Some redness under the eyelids, should be drinking alcohol, shoulders loosely collapsed a little, the whole person rare laziness.

Today is Wang Luan's birthday, so he bought a few bottles of foreign wine. That kind of wine is fine when you first drink it, but it has a strong aftertaste, and the last time Wang Luan drank it, he took the next day off and slept at home for a day.

Yu Fan, holding a plastic cup like an idiot, raised his hand and touched his shoulder, "Chen Jingshen."

Didn't get a response.

Outside the traffic jam, the red light from the back of the car swept into the convenience store, and Yu Fan couldn't tell if the red color on Chen Jingshen's face was the effect of alcohol or the reflection of the light.

Why isn't there any reaction? I don't think I've had an accident, do you?

Can he really go home unnoticed in this state?

Or should we take it to the hospital?

Yu Fan hesitated and moved his hand upwards unconsciously, the back of his hand probing Chen Jingshen's face.

Luckily, warm, people are still there ......

Chen Jingshen abruptly raised his eyes to look at him, his ebony eyes were colored by the wine, and he looked a little lighthearted.

Yu Fan was stunned by his look, and it was only after a long time that he found his voice: "Is it hard? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Chen Jingshen didn't say anything.

Yu Fan frowns, "Talk ......"

Chen Jingshen lowered his eyes and inclined his face, bringing a bit of force to the back of his hand.

Yu Fan's nerves instantly tightened as his hand froze before he could retract it.

"Okay."

Without speaking for a few minutes, Chen Jingshen's voice was low and muffled, "Stick it on me for a while, and it won't be hard anymore."