Li Linxi fell out of love and got drunk, and saw a man humming a song with a cold face on the stage in a Hong Kong bar.
She is extremely good-looking, but "Don't bother me" is written all over her body.
Li Linxi was so drunk that she pointed at the stage and asked the waiter: "How much does this dian* cost?"
The waiter broke out in a cold sweat: "Miss! That's a customer! Not...!"
Li Linxi: "... Private Marseille."
It's such an embarrassment and I'm leaving.
A few minutes later, on the slope on a rainy night.
The tall, cold man followed slowly out holding an umbrella.
Li Linxi, still drunk, took half a step back and spoke in a guarded and hard tone:
"No, which service industry are you in?"
Rain dripped down the umbrella ribs.
The man looked condescendingly at her ferocious round face that was full of breasts, opened WeChat on his phone, and handed it directly to her.
"I'm not in the service industry."
His voice was low and cold, and his eyes were straightforward:
"Just to protect my reputation. Add me on WeChat and when you wake up, buy me a cup of coffee as an apology."
Li Linxi: "...?"
[Cold-feeling escapist painter × Sweet girl with a hot temper and a little firecracker]
The day he made the aloof art student his boyfriend, he had no intention of giving her a chance to return it.
Female is not male
Short story, look forward to it
Intention: tear off the labels and accept the true self; find the destination of the soul in each other's deviation and tolerance.