deep cabinet

Chapter 21

I greet him.

They are not strangers to each other, they have talked and added WeChat in H City.

It was no accident to meet him here.

So at the beginning, I didn't associate being touched while serving drinks with this person.

He asked me if I received an offer from XX company?

I said I got it.

He said shit, I haven't.

He speaks more straightforwardly and looks a bit unscrupulous. He is very different from the slightly reserved college students we usually deal with, but he is not bad, and he looks quite MAN.

Over there, my girlfriend is still queuing up to buy tofu skewers, and she won't be able to line up for a while.

I just had two drinks and I feel like going to the toilet.

I told him to talk to him another day, but he went to the bathroom with me.

Stand adjacent to pee.

I didn't think much about it, I pulled up my pants after shushing, and suddenly I heard him say, look——

Of course I reflexively looked down at him.

However, what he was talking about was the slogan on the wall, which reminds those who flush the water, and it was written more amusingly.

I kind of realized then that he seemed to be playing tricks on me.

In fact, I have never figured out how much he knew about the matter of me yelling and kissing DN on the plane.

After this chance encounter, he chatted with me on WeChat several times.

He said that his girlfriend was communicating abroad, and he felt uncomfortable every day.

He also said that he was gay on the upper bunk. One time, the earphones were not plugged in when he was watching a small movie on the upper bunk. The whole dormitory heard it but no one made a sound, so he reminded him.

He said that gay always likes to sit on the bed and play with his mobile phone, put his two big white legs off the upper bunk, or just lean on the ladder between the upper and lower bunks when he has nothing to do.

To be honest, he can feel his hunger and thirst through the screen, and he also likes the emoticons that use screenshots from small movies.

I couldn't help but think in a wrong way, but he just didn't say anything, as if he could enjoy himself just by talking about it, get something out of it, and relieve his hunger and thirst.Or maybe after all, they are not brave enough to be unscrupulous.

I think he is also very interesting, and it made me see another possibility from a straight man.

I could almost point to him and say, look, here's a bent steel bar.

Finally one night, very late, he suddenly sent me a picture of his upper body muscles.

He is thin, with his T-shirt lifted up, his abdominal muscles are super obvious.

Tempting, I admit, but what exactly does it mean?Is it a belly?Still an offer?

I didn't get back to him because I didn't understand.

Then, he sent another three words - do you want it?

I still didn't call him back.

After a while, he sent a sentence - transfer the gym card, do you want it?

Regardless of whether he really wants to transfer the card, or test my bottom line again, this kind of operation can be called cunning enough, let's give him a thumbs up for his wit.

Then, I found a picture of a mermaid line on the Internet and sent it to him, and said back to him, thank you for having it.

After that he obviously stopped flirting with me.

Thinking back on it now, it's both incredible and interesting.

I'm not a very pure person, and meeting such a horny straight man was a bit of a pipe dream come true.

Didn't I always say that I'm more interested in straight men?

But I was powerless to find out, let’s fantasize about this kind of thing, it’s better to keep flirty, there’s no need to experience it in reality.

Or maybe, I'm more cowardly.