Chapter 1 – The Small Milk Dog Likes Nice Legs

“You’ve already graduated from college and I still haven’t seen you do anything outstanding, you’ve never skipped any lessons, never dated, you must come to this bar.”

Outside the entrance of CheerM bar, a few young guys noisily pushed a 1.8 metre youthful boy.

CheerM was originally a lowkey bar, pure drinking and hooking up.
If they talk like this, it would be very easy to attract the attention of others.

“That is to say, Lin Ji, you’re too boring.”

The young man who was surrounded by everyone seemed very embarrassed, his voice was small and if you stood too far away, he couldn’t be heard.

The youth was dressed very handsomely, he looked like he had never been to a bar before.
He wore avant-garde trendy clothes, his hair dyed black-brown and shone red under the dark purple light.
The bangs on his forehead were half up and half down, but on his face was a pair of clear eyes, full of emotions.
It made him look handsome, but very well behaved.

In the corner was Jiang Che who was drinking wine, the liquid swaying in the glass.
His slender fingers with defined knuckles looked noble and elegant, with a pair of smiling eyes, he stared at the well-behaved youth at the door.
The smile on the corner of his mouth was both evil and charming, and his slender legs crossed over.
The symmetry and texture of his legs could be seen through his suit pants.

“Aiyaya, here comes a little cutie.” He put down the wine glass in his hand, turned the men’s ring on the middle finger of his left hand, and then adjusted his clothes, “He seems to have a milky scent on him, so cute.”

After a while, the youth’s friends all went to find others to drink, leaving the youth to sit alone, uneasily.
It seems like he didn’t even know where to put his hands.
During this time.
Several men and women tried to talk to him, but he just blushed and stuttered, not knowing what to say.

Jiang Che couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
He seemed to have discovered a precious treasure, it was so cute.

He cleared his throat before sitting next to the young man.
He asked the bartender to mix a glass of wine and deliver it to the youth.

“I didn’t ask for a drink…” The young man’s voice was between the voice of a man and a boy, sounding alluring but crisp.
He waved his hand at the bartender, and with his big eyes, blinked, “I can’t drink.”