I froze, the first time we were so close that I could see the shock in his eyes, and I could even feel his heartbeat, which was beating my heart. I realized that I had to leave right away, my face must be red by now. He seemed to know what I was thinking, and his right hand was just clasping my waist, and his left hand was firmly gripping mine. We still maintain this intimate movement. His eyes were fixed on mine, as if trying to see something in my eyes. I managed to break free, and the glass fell from my hand and made a crisp sound of glass shattering on the ground.

"Hey, what's wrong with you." They stopped playing and turned to look at us.

"It's okay, my hand loosened, and the cup accidentally fell off." I replied with an apologetic smile, but luckily they didn't notice it. I turned sideways and didn't look at him.

"I'll go out for a while, unaccompanied." I said with a wry smile, standing up and turning to get ready to go out. In the next moment, someone grabbed his hand.

"Is it appropriate to leave the guests here like this?" He grabbed my hand tightly and looked up at my face. Not an inquiry.

I'm sorry. He said, "Do I really think I'm a prostitute?"

"Why, how could I be willing to leave you. I'm just going out and scooping up some wine, you see, it's all spilled. We're going to have a drink tonight, aren't we? I wrenched his hand away. Pretending to be charming, he stretched out his hand and touched his face, do you really think I am a prostitute? Am I going to do what you think? The warm touch transmitted to the palms of my hands, and I tried to stop my hands from trembling and tried to make myself smile seductively.

"Wait for me." I withdrew my hand, clenched it tightly, scooped up my bag from the table, and walked out.

Closing the bathroom door, I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself in the mirror, tears quietly slipping down.

Drinking at a bar, I never felt so humiliating. I laugh, but I still know how to clean myself. If a guest takes advantage of the chaos, I will still turn my face in public. I only accompany the wine and do nothing else. But today, when I saw him, I suddenly hated myself, why did I let him meet here. I was afraid that he would think I was low, that he would look down on me.

"Didn't you go to scoop wine, why did you come here?" I looked back. Before I could see the whole person being pulled to a cubicle in the toilet. Coming back to my senses, he was leaning back against the door of the cubicle, and I was held tightly in his arms. Tears were still hanging on his face, and I couldn't speak as I looked at his approaching face.

"Why, can't you answer?"

"Me, I'll go scoop it after I'm done in the bathroom." I tilted my head to the side and faced him like this, and I was really nervous.

"Going to the bathroom and then taking time off to go home? And then you don't have to see me, you can run away like this, right? He ran his hand over my face and leaned closer. I didn't answer.

Try to tilt your head back, trying to get some distance from him.

"Sue me, why are you here, do you know what this place is, is this the place you should come to?"

"Huh! Why should I answer you. What does this have to do with you. "I stared at him and I admit that in terms of momentum, I couldn't beat him. He gives people the feeling that it is like searching for radar, and nothing can escape his eyes. It's hard for you to hide anything in front of him.

"Guo Xiaolu, I said, if there is anything, you can come to me, I can help you."

"I'm looking for you, and you don't owe me anything, what reason do I have to look for you." It turned out that he understood that I had a hard time.

"Anyway, I promised you. I'll do it. I looked into his eyes, and it said sincerity. He must be angry, I'd rather come to this place than look for him. A certain place in the depths of his soul became soft because of his words.

"Thanks, no need." I looked at him gratefully. Growing up, it was the first time someone would say to me like this, I will definitely help you, and I will do what I say. When I was a child, when I was bullied and told that I was a child without a father, no one said that: when my mother was sick and hospitalized and had no money for treatment and was kicked out of the hospital, no one said that, and no one ever said this when I was ordered to quit school because of non-payment of tuition. Luo Shaoyang, this heroic young man who has only met twice, I know that in this life, I will never forget him.

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