him and her cat

Chapter 2
Shujia's throat was dry and sore from the smoke.

The person next door came over and asked, do you want to play a game?

She shook her head.

Later, he was no match for Jiang Yuyu's pull and went to the opposite room.

Once inside, a large group of people are already playing.Chatting, drinking, singing, laughing from time to time.

Jiang Yuyu ignored her as soon as he entered the door, and got together into the crowd.

The light was dim, and she couldn't see very clearly, so she casually groped for a sofa near the door and sat down.

"You're sitting on my headphone cable."

As soon as she sat down, a man's voice suddenly sounded next to her ear, which startled Shujia.

"I'm sorry." Shujia hurriedly moved a distance to the side.

A man leaned on the edge of the sofa with one hand and watched as she moved to the side and pulled out the white headphone cable.

Then he sat down next to her.

There is a lot of noise around.The dim light shone on him, making him look tired and indifferent.

And he, who seemed to have no experience in communication, didn't say a word after sitting down.

Shujia couldn't even say a word.

Fortunately, the surroundings were noisy, and the atmosphere would not be too embarrassing.

Shujia suddenly thought of one thing.

A friend asked her to find Shujia and try to remember it in her head.

Wan
S6WR's ADC, the boy who can cause commotion among female fans as soon as he appears on the screen.

Wearing a black coat and trousers, he sat quietly beside her.

She took out a pen from her bag, took a piece of paper for drawing, and laid it flat on her knees.

"Hello." Shujia struggled in her heart for a while, and organized her words, "I have a friend who likes you very much, can you sign it?"

Shujia put the pen in the past and thanked him, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

After waiting for a while, the man next to her took the pen out of her hand and pointed the cap at her.

Shujia turned her head suspiciously.

He quietly met her gaze, resting his head on his hands.

Shujia immediately had an epiphany and unscrewed the cap of the pen by herself.Suddenly, a friend's words came to mind.

——You just focus on the best-looking one.

In this posture, the man directly signed his name on her knee.

Wan.

Such a simple three letters, but written to him like a primary school student's handwriting.Shujia wondered whether to laugh or cry, people look cool, but why is their handwriting so ugly.

Shujia's mouth curved into a smile, but she tried her best to hold back, "Thank you."

The atmosphere froze for a while, and Shujia racked his brains to find something to say to him, "Can you tell me my name?"

"Zhou Dang." His voice was not high, but low and faint.

She carefully folded the paper, stuffed it together with the pen into the bag, then turned to look at him, "My name is Shujia, nice to meet you."

At this time, a group of people came over, and the small space was immediately crowded.They obviously came to look for Wan, and there were a few Shujia in there who still had a little impression, they were just playing around in the car.

A large group of people sat down in twos and threes, and a boy sitting next to Wan winked at him, his lowered voice was full of smiles: "Why, you hooked up with the goddess of beast so quickly?"

"The wild god is about to cry."

The person involved was obviously too lazy to care about the people next to him, leaning on the sofa, looking tired and lazy.

"roll."

He was squeezed a little by the person next to him, and the distance between him and her became very close.

It was close enough to smell the faint scent of lemon on his body, and Shujia could faintly hear her own heartbeat.

Someone deliberately said badly: "A Dang is angry because we disturbed him to pick up girls."

A group of people are booing.

During the commotion, Zhou Dang turned his face and glanced at Shujia, "Can you smell the smoke?"

Shujia nodded.

He leaned over and picked up the cigarette case and opened it, only two cigarettes were left inside.He took out one, held it between his lips, and lit the lighter.

"Play dice, lose and drink."

Zhou Dang exhaled white smoke, threw the cigarette case on the coffee table, and leaned back on the sofa.

Someone in the room was singing Eason Chan's Servant, but Shujia didn't join them, and sat beside them quietly.

There are impetuous and enthusiastic, yelling human voices.Many people had blushes on their cheeks and were slightly drunk from drinking.

Strangely, the only thing Shujia clearly remembered afterwards was the tattoo pattern on the back of Zhou Dang's hand, which was in cold white and black.

Remember, he rested his elbows on his knees, bowed his head, and smoked quietly.

Desire is not boiling, like the still, lemon-flavored seawater in the moonlight.

(End of this chapter)