My Enemy's Counterattack Plan Chapter 10

Tristan Bai knew Miles was in a bad mood the first time he saw him.

Miles's hair was astonishing, comparable to that of Hong Kong stars back then. His hair was slightly messy on his forehead, his eyes showed no emotion, and he lit a cigarette as soon as he sat down on the sofa.

There were many people in the box, including the usual people around Miles, and the pure girl with long black hair. After seeing Miles, she also sat over and her voice was very sweet, as soft as a little girl: "Miles few."

Miles responded and ordered a glass of wine from the waiter. It was a little hot in the box, so he pulled the zipper of his jacket down a little, revealing his collarbone under the black V-neck short sleeves.

He has always been like this, very quiet and very cold, but really handsome. Girls' hearts beat fast when they look at his profile, his high nose bone, under the smoky white and hazy light.

She slowly looked for topics that the other party might be interested in: "Master Shi, that person last time was Shan Le, right?"

Miles finally looked at her: "Huh? Why are you asking him?"

"I see that he and you seem to have a very good relationship, which is very different from the rumors. I'm a little curious." The smell of the girl's perfume lingered at Miles's nose, making him lean back.

The others were chatting, but they couldn't help but listen. Tristan Bai and Shi You were not in the same university, and they were already very curious about Shang Le. At this time, with the wine glass against his lips, his eyes were on Shi You.

Miles was thinking about something else.

Arden said that he had never said anything bad about him in front of others. He didn't believe it. The other party should hate him. He was verbally abusive to Arden multiple times, and there were rumors going around in high school that everyone shunned him at the time, including Arden.

But he also knew what kind of person the other person was, and he would not lie about such things.

The waiter brought the just-ordered wine and put it on the table. Miles lowered his eyelashes and looked at the wine, which was as colorful as a magic potion. He rubbed the rim of the cup with his slender fingertips and said with an indistinguishable expression: "Rumors also say that I have killed someone. What do you think?"

Arrogant and indifferent.

The girl clenched her fingertips: "That's not what I meant..."

Seeing that something was wrong, Tristan Bai hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "They are all rumors that distort the facts and are completely baseless. Don't worry about it, Mr. Shi."

Soon more people came, and a private room was opened next door. The girl was pulled by her best friend. The voices of men and women outside became noisy. Some people brought gifts. The girl raised a smile and thanked her, seeming to have forgotten the unpleasantness just now.

Today is the girl’s birthday, so I specially asked Tristan Bai to invite Shi You over. I didn’t expect the other party to be so disrespectful.

Miles finished the glass of wine and when he came back from the bathroom, he passed by the open door of the private room next door and saw a beautiful girl surrounded by a crowd. The people around him had already finished singing happy birthday and were happily smearing cream on their faces. .

He didn't disturb anyone's interest. When the girl looked over, he rarely said happy birthday.

The girl was very surprised. She chased him to this private room with a blushing face. There was still some cream on her white and soft face from the play. She said softly: "Miles, I have liked you for a long time. Let's---"

She was a little drunk, and it was obvious that she had been drinking. She seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage, and instead of calling Shi Shao, she called Shi You by his name.

Miles looked down at her, and after she stopped talking, he slowly said, "Sorry, I don't have any idea."

The girl's eyes instantly became moist, and she pinched the folds of her skirt with her fingers: "...Shall we give it a try? I really like you."

Miles couldn't figure out why she liked him. He recalled carefully, and it took a long time to find some impression related to the girl from the depths of his memory. Tristan Bai's friend goes to the same school as him. His hair is very long and he talks a lot.

Gone.

Even after drinking a few times, he never showed much patience to girls. Miles didn't know what girls liked about him, so he asked slowly: "Do you really like me?" His voice was deep and his eyes were even brighter. Deep sea.

The girl was speechless, her fair face gradually turned red with anger: "Miles, I don't believe you can't see it?"

She pulled Miles's hands and had crimson manicure on them. The crystal clear cat-eye style made the hands extremely white. They passed by Miles's eyes very brightly. As soon as they touched his fingertips, they were dodged. .

A clear disgust suddenly appeared on Miles's face, as if the real darkness almost overflowed from the glass-like eyes: "I have no interest in women."

The girl's face suddenly turned pale, and everyone talking and laughing around her stopped talking.

"...You, you, you like men?" The girl couldn't believe it. She lost her mind and wanted to slap Miles, but the other party clamped her wrist through her sleeves. She was already staggering, and her skirt was I poured out the wine bottle on the low table, and there was a crackling sound.

Miles frowned and let go after seeing the teardrops of the beating girl in front of him.

"It's that Arden, right? You like him!?" The girl burst out, blurting out: "Then you must be the one below, how disgusting!"

Miles was a little annoyed. He rarely explained his behavior, but facing the girl's tearful aggression, he finally said, "It has nothing to do with him."

Finally, it was the girl's best friend who came to pull them away, saying in a panic: "Shi Shao, she is drunk, let's send her to the next box to rest." The others also reacted, hurriedly left, and closed the door of the box.

Seeing her being pulled away, Miles lowered his eyes and ordered more wine. Soon, empty glasses were added to the table. He wasn't a good drinker. He usually only drank some beer, but tonight he drank a lot of hard liquor. In the end, his cold face showed a flush that was more ethereal than fine silk gauze.

Tristan Bai didn't know how much he drank and thought he might be drunk, but Miles's expression was as usual and his steps were steady: "I'm fine, I'll go back first."

In the dormitory, Arden was washing socks on the bathroom faucet.

The foam of detergent submerged the white sports socks in his hand. Shang Le looked listless. After washing them, he wrung them dry. Thanks to Miles's cleanliness, he would wash every pair of socks in the bathroom on the same day after changing them.

Shang Le complained in his heart, even his mother was not so strict.

Well, Mother Shi.

I had just finished drying it on the laundry rack on the balcony when I turned around and bumped into someone. The man's eyebrows almost touched his lips, and his hair lightly brushed the tip of his nose, which was furry and a little itchy.

Shang Le turned his head to avoid it. As they were too close, he saw the back of Miles's neck, where the joints were slightly raised and soft black hair fell. He paused, slowly stretched out his hand to pull the man half a meter away, and then let go: "You're back, why are you standing here suddenly?"

The back of the neck was touched by the big warm hand, and there was an indescribable feeling of restriction. Miles's shoulder blades couldn't bear the tingling and shrank, but his eyes looked at him.

The girl’s words flashed through Miles’s mind.

[It's that Arden, right? You like him? ]

[You must be the one below, so disgusting! ]

Like... He didn't know what it felt like to like someone, but at this moment he had a slight realization that boys could also like boys.

Miles wanted to deny it, but he did have S3x with Shang Le, and he did lie on top of him. And... the last time he reacted to Shang Le, he didn't know if it was because of his hand or because... Miles clenched his fists, approached him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Shang Le."

Their noses bumped together, and Arden smelled a light, warm aroma of alcohol with a hint of mint. He looked into the other's eyes, which were full of sparkling water, and for the first time he saw a kind of persistent seriousness.

"Don't resist."

This was Miles's calmest request.

Shan Le's Adam's apple twitched, and he became uncontrollably flustered. Ever since he remembered the memory of that night, he had been deliberately forgetting it, but the two of them had such close contact, and there was no way to erase the traces.

Shan Le couldn't allow himself to think too much. His wrist was wrapped around Miles's cold finger bones and he was pulled into the room suddenly. When he realized what he was doing, his back was leaning against the ladder beside the bed.

There was something wrong with the person in front of him. His eyes were flushed, and even the back of his nose was reddish. Arden realized and said slowly: "Are you drunk?"

Miles felt a little dizzy and blinked: "...I'm not drunk."

Arden grabbed his arm, pushed him to sit on the other's swivel chair, bent down and held him down, and said firmly: "I'm drunk."

Miles struggled to stand up, but was pinned firmly to the chair every time he tried. He struggled angrily: "Why can't I get up?" He lowered his head to study the problem with the chair, and his handsome eyelashes drooped, looking unexpectedly obedient and serious.

Shang Le paused, then chuckled: "So you become stupid when you're drunk?" His tone was as if he had discovered a new world.

The next second, Shang Le couldn't laugh anymore. He looked at the beautiful eyes so close to him, and even his eyelashes were clearly visible.

Even when drunk, Miles still remembered his revenge. After K!ssing Shangle's lips randomly, his fingers moved awkwardly to his lower back.

I! grass!

Arden grabbed his wrist suddenly and paused for several seconds, then pressed his slender fingers on the back of his neck and deepened the K!ss.

His lower lip was held by the other's hot lips, and the slight sucking force aroused a tingling electric current. Miles's eyes suddenly widened, and he no longer cared about counterattacking.

Seeing that he had successfully diverted Miles's attention, Shang Le K!ssed him even more deeply. He thought to himself, it's not like he hasn't K!ssed before, and it won't cost him anything to K!ss him again.

And...Miles smells good and has soft lips.

Miles was almost suffocated by his not-so-great K!ssing skills. When they separated to catch their breath, he sat on the swivel chair, looking up at Shangle, looking at the aggressive dark eyes that had appeared in his eyes without him knowing when, and he came to his senses a little: "You---" Before he could finish his words, he was pinched on the chin and K!ssed again.

K!ssing when sober is different.

Arden couldn't tell what was different. He could only feel a stream of blood flowing in his body. It was as hot as magma. Sparks were everywhere he passed, and it was so hot that people's breathing changed.

Miles was not willing to be outdone, and also pinched his beautifully curved chin, and awkwardly sucked his tongue to fight back. The other party couldn't help but groan, and his big hands tightly pinched the boy's narrow waist, and with a little force, he held him on the higher table next to him.

Miles pressed his thumb lightly on Shangle's Adam's apple, which was moving up and down. In a trance, he felt that the world around him was colorful, and only the uncontrollable, wet and hot impulse was extremely clear.

When he came back to his senses, the neat tabletop was in a mess. The people on the table had messy hair, the ends of their eyes were as red as blooming roses, and their moles were burning. Arden put his hands on both sides of him, his eyes were surprisingly dark, and his thin lips were slightly red and swollen with teeth marks.

The two of them looked at each other breathlessly, their breaths entangled. It took Arden a long time to find his voice, and his voice was so low and sultry that it made people weak: "Continue?"

Looking at the embarrassed Miles, he smiled: "If you continue, I think you will be the one being oppressed.