I Wasn’t Born Lucky

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The voice of this voice is quite low, revealing an indifference immersed in the bones, but it is deliberately gentle when speaking.

Zheng Yi stared at the young man who suddenly appeared in the villa in front of him, "Shen, Shen Mirage?"

The combination of Xiao Li and Shen Mirage gave him the inexplicable illusion that he was in the world of reincarnation, but the familiar environment around him brought him back to reality.

Zheng Yi's original hand supporting Xiao Li was empty. He retracted his hand and looked outside the door and found a Maybach parked at the door of the villa.

"You, you came to pick him up? Why did you come to pick him up, what's the matter with you two? Live together?" Zheng Yi saw that Shen Mirage had come, and didn't fight with him. The subtle relationship between the two of them was early. In his eyes, he was not worried that Student Shen would hurt Xiao Li.

Shen Mirchi now puts his whole heart on the person in his arms. He wraps Xiao Li's waist with one hand, touches his face with the other hand, and lifts his jaw for a while.

No one responded to Zheng Yi and he was not embarrassed. He then asked Jiu Jin intently: "How did you know we were here? Don't mind if I didn't invite you. I really don't know your contact information. Li told you..."

Shen Mirage didn't raise his eyelids either, and he walked out with a half-wrapped half-wrapped Xiao Li unheard of.

"Eh-" The young man had long legs and walked very suddenly. Zheng Yi chased after two steps but did not catch up. He found that Shen Mizhi had been holding Xiao Li's head and moved him gently into the car. Bend down to fasten the seat belt for him.

At the same time, he walked to the other side and closed the car door and started the car.

Zheng Yi thinks that the other party is too ruthless. It's a classmate anyway, so he doesn't say anything to him?

Well, after all, since the first day, Shen’s eyes were blatantly full of Xiao Li, and Zheng Yi was not surprised. He was a little worried in his heart when he looked at the Maybach that was going away... Is it really good to hand over the drunk boss?

"Zheng Yi! Zheng Gou, your classmate is gone? Who is that?" Another drunk came out of the villa. It was Mu Si who had played Truth or Dare before. He hooked Zheng Yi's head and interrupted him. Thought, "Shall we continue?"

Zheng Yi thought a little bit with his brain that was also burned by alcohol, and soon left everything behind. Anyway, there are so many ghosts in Xiao Li's house. Even if Shen Mirage wants to do something to him, there will be ghosts like Tan Li. Stop it.

Thinking about this, he stumbled and ran back with his friend: "Dang, of course continue."

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In the speeding car on the other side, Xiao Li leaned his head against the junction of the window and the cushion behind him, looking at the scene of the speeding outside the window, his eyes half closed.

Unlike Zheng Yi, who has attended many cocktail parties since he was a child, Xiao Li has hardly drunk alcohol in his short life.

To use a metaphor that the human world and the ghost world know: his drinking capacity is comparable to his painting skills.

...It can be imagined how bad Xiao Li's drink volume is.

Fortunately, although the difference in his painting skills is widely circulated, his drinking capacity has been shown for the first time, otherwise some ghosts might give him a grudge.

Xiao Li, who doesn't have a B-number for his alcohol intake, now only feels the same pain as his head has been burned, and he is not feeling well.

He pulled his shirt down uncomfortably, the neckline opened wider, revealing a large clavicle, glowing warmly in the night.

Shen Mirage's eyes darkened slightly, and he held his hand with one hand, and said in a low voice, "...Don't move, I'll send you back."

Thinking of the other person's expression, if he hadn't come, Xiao Li would probably be lying in Zheng Yi's house like this. Maybe he would be seen by Zheng Yi and others. He had an urge to kill.

Fortunately, he came in time.

The youth's lips stretched into a straight line, and his foot depressed the accelerator more greatly.

Xiao Li didn't want to listen to Shen Mirzhi's words. He struggled a bit, trying to get something out of his pocket. After struggling twice, he didn't take it out, but loosened his safety.

A strand of hair belonging to the doll spread out from his trouser pocket, and he tightened his seat belt with a "click".

Xiao Li was a little uncomfortable when he was strangled by the seat belt. His brows were not yet frowning, and his hair was already wrapped in the belt again. He loosened it a bit with moderate strength.

Xiao Li’s house is actually quite far away from the villa area. He took an hour’s journey by bus, but he didn’t know how Shen Mirage did it. He actually drove the car downstairs to Xiao Li’s house in a short time. And there was no horn from other vehicles protesting along the way.

The youth got out of the car, opened the door on Xiao Li's side, and reached out to hug Xiao Li halfway up, as if holding a ball of fire.

As soon as Shen Mizhi arrived at the door of Xiao Li's house, he paused for a while, he hadn't figured out whether he would take the key from Xiao Li or open the door directly.

The door opened from the inside before he could decide the first and second.

"Meow."

The agile body of the little black cat jumped down from the doorknob, and looked up at the furry cat's head as Shen Mirage brought in his owner.

...Do you want to stop it?

Forget it, can't beat it, take a look first.

The little black cat withdrew to the side, leaped on the dining table lightly, lying on it and watching the figure in front.

Tan Li got out of her pocket, and the doll returned to the familiar flowerbed, but she did not directly water the hydrangea, but first observed Shen Mirage.

Shen Mirchi hesitated for a moment whether to put the person on the sofa or put the person directly into the bedroom, but he only felt that the sofa was a bit small, and fearing that the other person would sleep uncomfortably, he opened the bedroom door and put the person in the bedroom. On the sheets.

The bedroom door was opened and closed, blocking the sight of the cats and ghosts in this room.

Xiao Li's bed sheet was black. He was leaning against the head of the bed, his complexion was fair, and the contrast of more vivid colors collided, and he seemed to disappear at any time.

His clothes were messy at this time, and the small half-round shoulders were clearly visible, but he didn't separate his mind to tidy it up, but devoted himself to making it messier.

It's really tickling to show such a flaw at this time, like him, who is usually alienated and indifferent. He wants to tear him out of his world and get it dirty.

Shen Mizhi's eyes were deep, and some dark ripples spread in his pupils, and he felt like he was infected, and a fire was ignited somewhere in his heart.

The young man sat on the edge of the bed, pressing his throat and asked, "...Xiao Li, how are you doing?"

It seemed that Xiao Li had heard a familiar name, and when he looked at him, his eyes seemed to be covered with mist, and he murmured, but he didn't reply.

Shen Mirage thought he had acquiesced.

He stretched out his hand to touch the opponent's forehead, but Xiao Li wanted to avoid his hand at this time, and when he moved his head back, he almost hit the head of the bed.

Fortunately, Shen Mirage put his hand on the back of his head in time to avoid an impact.

The little drunkard used a lot of strength, but the young man's brows were not wrinkled. In this posture that almost held the other side in his arms, he approached the other side and put his chin on his shoulder, the name that had been called in his heart for a long time. Just snorted out like this: "Baby, will it be uncomfortable? Do you need... hangover soup?"

Perhaps the youth's lower body temperature than the others comforted him, Xiao Li lowered his head and held his hand, whimpered, and shook his head slowly.

There was a small night light on the head of the bed. The light was a warm and comfortable color. It shone on the boy's face and glowed with thin red, like rouge-coated porcelain.

This scene was almost like what appeared in Shen Ping's dream. He couldn't control himself, and got closer, and asked patiently and dumbly: "Baby, do you still know me?"

"...Who are you?" Xiao Li asked back casually.

When he first drank, he still had five points of saneness, but as time went by, the spirit of the wine poured over his head.

At this time, he focused most of his attention on the opponent's hand, squeezing it back and forth like a toy.

Shen Mirage just stared at him deeply, letting him play with his hands.

Perhaps because he didn't get an answer, Xiao Li stopped his movements to look at him.

His white eyes are distinct, and the ends of his eyes are smooth, like an arc drawn by a painter.

Shen Mirage felt like his heart was being held, and the strong throbbing made him almost fall under his gaze.

He chuckled and moved closer, his breath almost mixed with him: "I am your admirer, your prisoner, and your lover."

"... Lover?" Xiao Li got the answer, and lowered his head again, putting his hand on the other's.

"Well," Shen Mirage tightened his hand, "Do you want me to be your lover?"

"do you love me?"

He stretched out the hair in front of Xiao Li's forehead, trying to see the emotions in those eyes clearly.

At that moment, he seemed to be being judged by the gods, and he would be condemned in the next second.

Xiao Li seemed to be hesitating and didn't answer immediately.

He has never experienced this state. He used to be unhappy, even sick, all alone.

Before going to the Xiao family, there was only him in this family. After going to the Xiao family, Xu Mei would not care about him at all. No matter what happened, it was in this state. Over time, he would get used to it. No one would pester him, nor would he Someone takes care of him like this.

Xiao Li released his hand. He tried to figure out the meaning of this sentence from his less sensitive mind. He looked at Shen Mirage for a long time, and did not speak before the opponent's Adam's apple rolled up and down nervously.

Shen Mirage is very close to him, the kind of distance he usually can't imagine.

Xiao Li didn't speak, and Shen Mirzhi didn't want to persecute him, because although he looked forward to it, he was also afraid of this answer.

The young man closed his eyes and kissed Xiao Li on the forehead.

A light touch came from his forehead.

It's cold, moist, and comfortable.

Xiao Li blinked and smiled suddenly. It was the kind of smile he would occasionally have on weekdays. For a while, Shen Mirage thought he was not drunk at all. He grabbed his clothes and tore him off:" ...Kiss here."

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