When Luo Jin first met him.

The box was filled with smoke, and in the noisy chaos, only a faint and difficult to ignore snort was heard.

"Anything that is not indiscriminate, can also be brought into the table."

He had a cigarette in his hand, his long legs bent slightly against the edge of the table, and his mocking gaze fell straight on her, and the sarcasm in it was self-evident.

This abrupt remark made the lively scene suddenly stagnate.

The people around laughed a few times and played the round, "Little Third Master is joking." ”

Luo Jin only paused for a moment before he knew his identity.

Ji Yu, the little Ji Ye who is in the limelight in Erjiu City, is cynical, perverse and arrogant, but no one dares to provoke him.

"Sister Luo, if you don't pick a place to sit, I will come in a while." The person next to her whispered, and looked up at her vaguely.

The circle is so big, who doesn't know that she is a canary raised by Wen Shu, and others can't pinch Wen Zhen's thoughts, so they have to smile and flatter her no matter how much they look down on her.

Luo Jin's red lips raised slightly, and he looked to the side, "Don't bother, it's not that there is an empty seat, just sit over there." ”

What she saw was the vacant seat next to Ji Yu.

"Hey......" didn't wait for the man to speak, and watched her pass, and before she could speak, she was muffled by the noisy and lively sound in the box.

It's another new round of games.

Luo Jin pressed the hem of her skirt and sat beside him, she wore a red suspender skirt today, the color was bright and thick, and her long hair hung down on her chest, half-covering and half-covering her porcelain-white skin, seductive reverie.

But Ji Yu turned a blind eye, still lazily nestled there, leaning back slightly, biting the smoke and spitting out the fog, and his handsome facial features were even more blurred in the thin smoke.

There was a shrill cheer, and the game came here.

It is similar to beating a drum to pass flowers, but it is just a mouth-to-mouth pass of a piece of toilet paper, and the paper is getting shorter and shorter, and by the time Luo Jin arrives, only half a finger is left.

She tilted her face sideways, and quietly hooked the corners of her eyes.

The girl next to her paused, her complicated eyes swept over her and Ji Yu, and before she was about to speak, she heard a 'click'.

Ji Yu threw the lighter in his hand lazily on the table, "Don't play, go." ”

But before he got up, he was held down.

Luo Jin's red lips raised, he got up and bent over, pressed his hand on his thigh, and leaned over with malice biting the piece of paper, the tip of his nose was close to the tip of his nose, and his breath was entangled and burning.

Ji Yu frowned slightly, subconsciously leaned back, and then heard a chuckle.

"That's it." Her eyes were half-closed, and the tails of her eyes were full of ridicule and coolness, and the half of the paper was between her lips, trembling slightly with her movements.

After only one pause, Ji Yu understood what she meant.

This is revenge for what he just said.

Luo Jin lost interest, and just as he was about to sit back, he was grabbed by his wrist and sat back down.

A suit fell from the top of the pocket, holding the two of them together, and their vision suddenly became dim, and only the hot breath covering their ears could be heard, "Oh? If you don't try, you know it's just that. ”

His voice was low, and in the narrow dark space, all his senses were infinitely amplified, causing him to tremble.

The cold fingers pressed against her lips, and the paper was heavily grinded together, and the fingertips poked in a few points, stirring wantonly, the atmosphere was scorching and suffocating, and there was a light mockery.

"You can deal with my little uncle with this little method, and it seems that he has no more vision than this."