The Sea King Sends the Scumbags to the Crematorium | BL, MTL

Chapter 35: Shocking Shura Field

Lin Jianxi took another sip of wine. The slightly bitter taste made him frown slightly. The rustling river breeze brushed across his cheeks, ruffling his hair at the temples, bringing a refreshing coolness and dispelling the summer heat.

Qiao Mochuan sat aside, staring quietly at the young man's pretty face under the cover of night. He wanted to say something several times, but finally swallowed his words back silently.

He wanted to say something to break the silence, but he didn't know what to say.

When he was with those little lovers in the past, Qiao Mochuan never had to find topics to talk about himself. He just had to turn a blind eye and listen to their sweet words, whether true or false. Sometimes he even thought they were too noisy.

When he was with Lin Yu, he usually just talked about work, imparted some project experience, taught the old fox who had embarrassed him a few times a lesson, and said a few nice words, and they could still have a good chat.

But he didn't know what was going on at the moment. His mouth seemed to be tied up and he couldn't utter any of the sweet words he used to say. He racked his brains to think of a bunch of opening remarks, but after thinking them over carefully, he felt that none of them were appropriate.

——I have newly modified a racing car with a strong chassis and plenty of horsepower. Can I take you for a race a few laps someday?

But he will most likely refuse. After all, when one is feeling depressed, an elegant and quiet environment is more suitable for calming the mind.

——I heard that Jason Theater will have a theme concert of Yancheng Symphony Orchestra recently, which is a fusion of classical and modern styles. Do you want to go and see it?

He might say that he has been too busy lately, with exams and punching in at school, and he hasn't completed his laboratory tasks.

——So does your project still need sponsorship? The company has recently been paying more attention to research in the field of biotechnology and pharmaceuticals.

Qiao Mochuan weighed his words carefully, and deduced various possible situations in his mind. After preparing a lot of drafts, he was finally ready to speak with full confidence. Then, when he raised his eyes, he met Lin Jianxi's face who had suddenly turned towards him.

...Well, all my efforts have been wasted. Everything I said is stuck in my throat.

He held it in for a long time before finally uttering a few words: "The wind is quite strong by the river today."

Then after I finished saying this, I wanted to slap myself. What meaningless nonsense!

But what he didn't expect was that Lin Jianxi didn't laugh at him at this moment. Instead, he foolishly echoed him: "Yeah, the wind is so strong."

The reaction was different from before and seemed very strange.

Qiao Mochuan was suspicious and immediately raised his voice to test him: "Lin Jianxi?"

"Hmm?" He looked over slowly, his eyes empty, as if there was nothing in them, and as if they were about to close in the next moment, his tone sweet and soft: "What's the matter?"

It turned out that he was completely drunk, and his usual guard and calmness were all gone. The young man was now as obedient as a little lamb, answering whatever was asked.

This is a good opportunity.

"Do you like your senior?" Qiao Mochuan asked knowingly, using a completely affirmative tone.

"Senior..." Lin Jianxi's confused brain began to work laboriously, as if he was thinking about who this person was. After he remembered, he immediately curled up the corners of his mouth to reveal a sweet smile.