The sick beauty quits working in Shura Field | (BL, MTL)

Chapter 69: The person I like is you.

The moon hung heavily in the sky.

The street tree with the last withered leaf stood beside the road, silently becoming a statue.

There was silence between the two of them.

They didn't know when they stopped.

There was wind passing between them, and Shen Zhouran shivered, as if he had found a topic, and said to himself: "It's so cold."

After saying that, he put the hood of his down jacket on his head and pressed it down, covering most of his face. His expression was hidden in the darkness and could not be seen clearly, "Let's go and get back to the car."

He walked forward eagerly, as if a savage beast was chasing him.

But behind him was only Shen Luozhou, standing there quietly with his pockets in his pocket, his back almost blending into the night.

After a while, Shen Luozhou breathed out softly, lowered his eyes to block the growing emotion in his eyes, took out the car key from his pocket and pressed it. The sound of the car unlocking came from the opposite side: "Why are you walking with your head covered? You are looking in the wrong direction. "

"......oh."

Shen Zhouran bit his lip in embarrassment and changed direction.

Shen Luozhou opened the passenger door for him and motioned for him to get in. Shen Zhouran didn't move and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"How about I drive," Shen Zhouran hesitated, "You seem to have just drank."

Shen Luozhou was silent for a few seconds, then got into the passenger seat and said, "I forgot."

Shen Zhouran just got his driver's license a few days ago. Apart from the coach car, he has only ever touched the car Shen Luozhou bought for him. He seemed very nervous after sitting in the driver's seat. He felt like he was going to get carsick before he even started driving. He lowered his jaw. Tight.

"...Can you?" Shen Luozhou silently unbuckled his seat belt and went to get his cell phone, "I'd better find a driver."

"I think it should be fine."

Shen Zhouran started the car, held the steering wheel tightly, shifted gears, stepped on the clutch, and prepared to get out of the parking space.

The vehicle was motionless.

Shen Luozhou stared at the handbrake that was not pulled down.

Shen Zhouran: "..."

He stretched out his hand to press it down, but Shen Luozhou quickly held it down with quick eyes and quick hands: "Don't move!"

Shen Luozhou said that it was impossible for Shen Zhouran to drive again. He now even suspected that the car accident in the original book was caused by Shen Zhouran himself.

He pinched the center of his brows, and his tone sounded like everything was empty: "Come down...turn the key in, I'll find a driver, I don't want to die young yet."

Shen Zhouran subconsciously wanted to cover his embarrassment by coughing against his lips, but raised his hand without raising it.

He looked down and realized that his hand was still pressed on the handbrake, and Shen Luozhou's hand was tightly holding his, preventing him from pressing it down.

Shen Luozhou's palm was attached to the back of his hand. It was warm and dry, carrying his body temperature and giving heat to the cold fingertips little by little.

The cold woody fragrance in the air is exaggerated, and the bitter smell of bergamot at the end seems to be particularly obvious for a moment. It is smoked with a faint aroma of wine, as if even the smell can make people intoxicated, invading other people in the space pervasively. one person.