Host, You're Targeted

"Dong Dong -"

the drum beat in the heavy metal music circulates in the hall, flickering constantly, and the lights of color exchange shine on the crazy swaying people.

As soon as he walked into the door of the bar, Su Lin was covered by the huge music.

A warm chest was pasted on his back, and a hand reached out from behind to hold his shoulder.

Zhou Qifeng firmly fixed Su Lin in his arms and took him forward.

When walking forward, the fabric of the shirt pasted together rubs gently, and when it can make a vague sound, it is covered by a burst of higher than a burst of music.

Su Lin was forced to move forward by Zhou Qifeng, and his expression on his face became more and more ugly. In front of

riotous with colour, the heavy perfume, smoke and wine smashed Su Lin's face, which made him less advanced. His back was almost tightly tied to the chest.

"Why don't you go?"

Zhou Qifeng's other hand in his pocket was also copied out and held down Su Lin. his steps were very big and forced Su Lin to move forward.

Soon, they went through the crowd to the bar far from the center of people's happiness.

The flexible bartender stands in the bar. When mixing wine, his face is out of place. When he hands the wine to the customer, he grins with his lips.

There are no dazzling lights in the bar, only a few cold lights on the bartender's head that look like they are not enough and are about to be scrapped.

In the darkness on both sides of the bar sat a few men and women gathered together, kissing their faces in the dark out of the light.

Su Lin accidentally took a glance. Before he saw anything, he was covered by Zhou Qifeng and sat down on the bench in front of the bar.

Zhou Qifeng's palm is hot, covering his eyes, blocking his sight.

's faint smell of men's perfume floated, and Su Lin felt the heat of his ears. The lips of Zhou Feng's wind almost stuck to his ears.

"Don't look around." Zhou Qifeng whispered, "you are still young. Don't see anything you shouldn't see."

The sound of Qi was pressing on Su Lin's ear, and countless small particles scrambled to get into his ear, disturbing his whole body with goose bumps.

Su Lin's ears were red. He pressed Zhou Qifeng's shoulder and pushed him away. "What are you doing here?"

Zhou Qifeng straightened up and pulled back, but because the benches here were all next to each other, the distance he pulled away was nothing at all.

At least in Su Lin's opinion, it is not a safe distance at all.

"Bring you to drink." Zhou Qifeng put his hand on his head and rubbed his short hair.

Su Lin is so uncomfortable by the smell here that he doesn't even hide when Zhou Qifeng reaches out and rubs his head.

He frowned, without the heavy bangs and slightly long sideburns, his face was obviously small. Any micro expression could be clearly imaged in Zhou Qifeng's eyes.

"Come to the bar for a drink?" Su Lin asked anxiously.

Zhou Qifeng stepped on his bench with one foot and was next to his foot. The hand on his head moved back and covered the back of his head, like an action to protect his head.

"Otherwise?" Zhou Qifeng curled his peach blossom eyes and hooked his lips, as if he was smiling, but there was no obvious smile on his face. "Why do you think I'm going to take you to the bar if you don't drink?"