Vicky looked down at the unidentified mixture in front of him in confusion - he really couldn't call it Mojito in good conscience. The wonderful liquid gave off a very strange smell, and the lime swirled in circles as if it were about to drown. With a visibly embarrassed look on his face, Vicili opened his mouth and stammered, "I...... You're going to make me drink it?"

"Helen" did not answer him, on the contrary, the man with the indifferent expression and extreme beauty stretched out two fingers, gently pressed against the wall of the cup, which had been wet with liquid, and pushed the cup in the direction of the stupid boy.

Virgilli's fingers stared at "Helen" for a moment, the man's fingers were slender, his nails were slightly pale from the bad camp, and his unmaintained fingertips had a thin, rough callus. No one knew what Vigilli was thinking, but his face suddenly turned redder.

Virgili bit his lip, and he looked too afraid to look up at "Helen", and after a few seconds, he grabbed the cup and took a sip with an unusually ferocious momentum.

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……

"Ahem, cough, cough, ......"

Then Virgili almost tumbled straight out of his seat, arching himself violently as if he was about to cough up his internal organs.

The terrible cough caused the bartender to cast a slightly reproachful glance at "Helen", who turned his gaze to the other side with a blank face.

It would have been nice if Virgili had been able to squirt out the horrible-tasting liquid as soon as he drank "Helen's creations—you could also use them as cocktails or □□ or something," but the young man with minty eyes forced the "mojito" down his throat. His eyes were wide open, overflowing with tears, large physiological tears flowed down his cheeks, and the whole area around his eye sockets was red, as if he had secretly hid and cried for half a month.

The bartender gave Vicili a sympathetic glance as he poured a glass of water and placed it in front of Vicili.

Mr. Dim Sum trembled and drank the water from the cup in his hand, his chin wet. To be honest, he looks pitiful and wolf at this moment, and his tearful eyes are easily reminiscent of some small animals after being bullied, the kind of little animals that make you want to reach out and touch your head...... However, this gentleman also has fluffy hair that looks like it should be very soft to the touch.

"Helen" put his hand in his pocket, and he leaned back against the bar, looking down at Vicili with a blank face. His astonishing beauty gave his silence some indescribable oppression.

After finally calming down, Vigilli hurriedly took out his handkerchief to wipe the water marks on his neck and chin, his face flushed and restless, and he looked like he wanted to shrink himself into a small ball. "Hug ...... Sorry......"

His voice was hoarse, and he muttered with a red face.

"Helen" continued to maintain that cold face without any sympathy, and he took Vigilli's Mojito away.

"Good. When you're done drinking, you can get out, 'Master'. ”

After a few moments, "Helen" calmly said to Vicili.

Vickyli looked at "Helen" in shock with his hands over his mouth and tears in his eyes, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

"Uh, but...... Wait......"

"This is not the place you should be. ”

"Helen" shrugged his shoulders, perhaps because of Vigilli's pitiful appearance, and he even kindly added one last word of advice.

"You're going to get yourself in trouble, cutie, and you're going to get us in trouble. ”

- Even when the advice came out of his mouth, it was still cold and hard, more like some kind of wonderful threat.

His threat didn't seem to have much effect on Vigilli, and under the bartender's meaningful gaze, Vigilli stumbled up from his seat, his body leaning forward, almost lying on the table and wagging his non-existent tail at "Helen".

"I, I, I...... I know, but ...... Can I know your number? uh...... The name can also be ...... I mean the name and the number ......"

It seems that as soon as the eyes of "Helen" are met, Vicili will fall into an acquired stuttering state, and the young man with mint eyes panicked at "Helen" with a series of questions.

"No, I can't. , little master, I'll say it one last time. ”

"Helen" raised an eyebrow, and his eyes seemed to grow a little colder.

Vigili placed his handbag in its entirety on the bar, and he stood up in a panic and tried to open it.

"I, I don't really mean anything else, I just have a graduation project...... Can I paint your portrait? Your face...... Your face is truly the most striking and beautiful face I've ever seen......"

He didn't seem to notice that the other people in the bar were casting unusually wary glances at him as he attempted to open his handbag, and several tall figures stood up in the shadows. Helen glanced up at them, then he reached out and pressed his hand to Vigilli's bag, he shook his head silently, and the men slowly retreated into the shadows.

He was still silent, but Virgili misunderstood his silence.

"No, no, no...... If you hate graduation projects, that's fine, I mean just let me draw your portrait...... I just want to draw you, you really ......" Vigilli paused, his eyes became very bright, the color of his pupils became very light, he stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips, "It's so beautiful." ”

Vigilli said to Helen.

"You're nothing short of a miracle. ”

There was a strange frenzy at the end of his words.

The muscles under Helen's eyelids tensed slightly from a word, and he pulled his hat up from behind him to cover his head again. Then he stepped out from behind the bar.

Vigili stood nervously and expectantly next to his seat, the look in which he looked at him could only be described as mesmerizing. The young boy's face was so red that he could drip blood, and even from the perspective of a bystander, he could see that he had been completely bewitched by "Helen", completely, and even his soul was squeezed clean.

Step by step, Helen approached him. Vigili held his breath, this clumsy and shy boy has a tall figure that does not match his personality, and looking down from his line of sight, the upper half of "Helen's" face is covered by a hat, and the shadow covers his face, so that Vigili can't see "Helen's" expression clearly.

Vigili then saw "Helen" open his hands towards him.

Boom -

The world exploded in Vigilli's mind, and magnificent sparks were blooming, burning, and slowly outlining bright light. His heart was soaked in honey and maple syrup in an instant, and the sweet taste reached the tip of his tongue.

He thought it was a hug, and he didn't know why "Helen" would give him a hug, but he still smirked, blushing, and opened his hand to "Helen".

Then, in that position, "Helen" carried Virgili on his shoulder.

"Wow-"

The few customers in the bar burst into laughter, and they let out a long whistle.

"Helen" was against Vigilli's stomach, he was really very thin, his bones seemed to be covered with only a thin layer of skin, and it was very painful for Vigilli, he felt that "Helen" was obviously a little malnourished, but it seemed that malnourished people could hardly have such terrifying strength as "Helen......

In his thoughts, Vigilli's vision darkened, his body soared, and he fell the dirty street outside the Cross Bar. Brown stains stained his woollen trousers. And before he could react, a heavy, cold piece of leather fell on top of him, which was his handbag.

Louder laughter rang out from inside the bar.

Virgili sat dumbfounded on the ground and looked up at the man leaning against the door. Seconds earlier, "Helen" had thrown him out of the doorway like a big bag of garbage.

"Get out. ”

"Helen" said coldly with her hands around her chest.