Chapter 582: The Socially Afraid Student and His Overbearing CEO Boyfriend (36)
The socially anxious classmate and his overbearing CEO boyfriend (Thirty-six)
"Sorry, I thought you were out having fun, so I was a little casual. I'll be more careful next time."
Lance went upstairs and put on a pair of swimming trunks and leaned against the hot spring pool outside the balcony. Song Ning, with his back to him, calmed down a little in the living room.
"No, don't apologize, it's not your problem."
Song Ning stuttered, his mind full of the scenery he had just accidentally seen.
Brother Lans has a good figure, whether it is training or natural...
His face exploded with anger again, and Song Ning immediately slapped his hands a few times to drive away these unacceptable thoughts in his mind.
"It's OK if you don't mind. I'm just afraid that you might mind."
His gaze passed through the balcony door and fell on the curled up figure, and a smile gradually appeared in Lance's eyes.
How should I put it? Although he was indeed a bit casual, it was definitely not careless.
Lance didn't feel ashamed of this at all. After all, if he wanted to pursue someone, he first had to confirm whether his previous thoughts were correct - whether Song Ning had any feelings for him now.
Now it seems that even if it’s just a little bit, at least it’s interesting.
Moreover, Lance didn't care at all about being seen naked, and even hoped that Song Ning could take a few more glances at him.
The male's courtship instinct is to show his best side to his future partner. It's not like he has a bad figure, so what's wrong with showing it to Song Ning?
Song Ning had no idea that he was the audience and just felt his ears burning after listening to it.
"No, I don't mind. Brother Lan Si, you have a good figure."
He suddenly stopped talking as soon as he finished speaking.
Song Ning, Song Ning, what are you talking about! Aren't you completely exposing the fact that you have already looked at Brother Lans thoroughly?
Can he speak or not?
Lance also heard it, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
"Not bad? After all, managing a company is quite energy-consuming, and I'm only 25 years old. I don't want people to think that I'm the same generation as other CEOs in their 40s and 50s too early, so I'm still working relatively hard."
He smiled again after he finished speaking, "How about it? I think you still look quite young, right?"
It would have been better if he didn't ask. As soon as he asked, Song Ning's mind was immediately filled with the scene he had just seen.
Song Ning even automatically compared Lance's face with some well-known middle-aged and elderly entrepreneurs he had seen in the news before.
Well, it is indeed Brother Lans who wins, and his figure is also...
Song Ning stopped talking again, his face turning even redder.
What on earth is he thinking about!
"Yes, it's quite young." But that didn't seem right. "Brother Lans, you are still very young anyway."
Song Ning spoke very sincerely this time, and even subconsciously wanted to turn around and look at Lance when saying this.
But just as he turned halfway, his eyes immediately swept over Lance's upper body soaking in the hot spring. The broad shoulders and strong arms made him look away at one glance.
See no evil, see no evil!
Song Ning reminded himself frantically.
But his reminder was useless, because soon at Lance's invitation, he also went down to the hot spring.
Because Lance said it was boring to hang out alone, and it felt weird to talk with your back to him.
"And I'd like to order some plum wine to drink. Want to join us?"
This invitation was too novel for Song Ning - it was the first time he was invited to drink together.
Someone soon delivered the plum wine, and Lance went to get it wearing a bathrobe.
Although Song Ning felt a little embarrassed, he was indeed relieved.
"There are also hot spring eggs and other food, just let it float."
Two trays floated on the water, and Song Ning could clearly see the snacks on them.
There were some exquisite little pastries. He couldn't quite recognize them, but they looked mini and cute and seemed to be delicious.
"The hawthorn cake here is actually pretty good. Would you like to try it?"
The tray with snacks floating on it floated gently along the water flow. Song Ning subconsciously followed it to take a look, then quickly lowered his head.
This pool is really too small.
Song Ning thought with a red face.
"What's wrong, don't you want to try it?"
Lance saw it all and pretended not to know, and even pretended to stand up and give it to Song Ning.
"No need, Lance!"
Song Ning tried to hold Lance in a panic, but his foot slipped and he accidentally fell forward.
"careful!"
Lance quickly grabbed the person and half-huggled him in his arms.
He was startled, and his previous teasing intention disappeared, and his voice could not hide the nervousness.
"Are you OK?"
Something's going on. Very important.
Song Ning's face turned red, and she tried to climb out of Lance's arms in a panic, but she didn't know where to put her hands for better leverage.
At least it won't be like it is now, placed on Lance's strong chest muscles with water droplets on them, right?
Lance was originally still worried about whether Song Ning would be injured, but when he noticed some "feelings" on his chest, his eyebrows raised slightly, and then he only slightly loosened his arms, which were originally about to be loosened, and did not completely let go of Song Ning's waist.
Song Ning noticed this subtle movement and her face turned even redder.
What is Lansberg doing? Why not just let him go?
"I'm afraid you'll slip again, so I'll hold on to you and tell you to take your time. Don't worry."
Lance's explanation came from above his head, and Song Ning felt even more embarrassed when he heard it. It turned out that he had misunderstood.
With Lance's help, Song Ning carefully buried himself in the hot spring pool again this time. However, what he didn't realize was that the distance between him and Lance had been quietly shortened a lot.
Song Ning tasted the hawthorn cake and found it was indeed delicious.
"It tastes good, sweet and sour. I used to like this flavor very much when I was little."
He had tasted some when he was a child, but in Song Ning's memory, that was such a long time ago that the taste in his memory has become vague, but he believed that the taste before must not be as good as what he tasted now.
"So you don't like it now?"
Lance took in the memories and nostalgia in his eyes, gently poured a glass of plum wine and handed it to him.
"I like it, but it's not easy to change what you like."
Song Ning thanked him, but was a little hesitant about whether to take a sip.
He has never drunk alcohol. What if he has a low alcohol tolerance and gets drunk after just one sip?
What if he gets drunk and behaves ugly in front of Brother Lans?
These thoughts were like a series of heavy doors that gradually closed him and trapped him inside. The small cup in his hand also gradually drooped down.
"Indeed, it's not easy to change your favorite things, and the same goes for people."
Lance didn't try to persuade him, he just poured himself a glass and took a sip.
Humans are very strange. They have researched so many ways to make something that is so bad for the body, and they actually taste very good when they drink it.
However, he doesn't like drinks that are harmful to his body.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that it was good that Song Ning didn't drink.
If Ningning doesn't like these, then it's fine for her not to drink them.