How come you're also my ex-girlfriend?

This person...

Although every sentence seems normal, why does it always make people inexplicably angry but unable to find a reason to blame it?

Would you consider this another kind of 'interesting' approach?

It's unclear, but Shu Ying can conclude that all the men she encounters in her daily life are like zombies compared to him, including that man.

But it seems they don't even know each other's names?

She took another sip of her martini, this time finishing most of it, and the world around her seemed to become more pleasing to the eye.

"You've been calling me 'sister' for so long, what should I call you?"

Taking the initiative to ask someone how to address you... this seems to be quite uncommon in my life.

However, there were so many things that happened that night that the minor details didn't matter.

"Xu Yan".

He took a sip of the gin and tonic that the other person called "sweet water." The alcohol taste was still obvious, so he drank it slowly, feeling like one glass could last all night.

"Shu Ying".

After saying her name, she finished her drink in one gulp.

Xu Yan asked, somewhat surprised, "Drinking so fast?"

Shu Ying smiled tenderly, "A martini doesn't taste good if you don't finish it in three sips. Actually, most of the time I prefer to drink it in one sip."

Is demonstrating her drinking capacity something to be proud of? Her expression even seemed a little smug.

Xu Yan didn't understand any of this; he just drank his sweet drink and sipped his beer in small sips.

She was very relaxed, but drank with an air of elegance; this contrast made Shu Ying unable to help but ask.

Are you still a student?

"Yeah, my clear eyes don't look like that, do they?"

They are indeed college students, still carrying that pure, youthful spirit.

"I didn't realize you were so cunning when you were boxing."

Still seemingly resentful about what happened before, Shu Ying ordered another Long Island Iced Tea.

Xu Yan blinked innocently. "It's a normal strategy. If I act like a brute, wouldn't you just pin me to the ground and beat me up?"

Pressed to the ground...

It accurately captured the keywords.

Shu Ying recalled the moment when she was lying on the ground, the other person was straddling her waist, and then waving their fist at her.

It's hard to pinpoint exactly what emotion triggered that terrifying moment—was it shame, fear, tension, or anger?

You just can't say he's taking advantage of you...

But a strange color appeared on the woman's face, much like the perfect intoxication from alcohol.

"If you're this despicable to a woman like me, it's hard to imagine how you usually deceive other women."

Xu Yan chuckled silently. "People usually only emphasize gender disadvantage when they can't gain any advantage."

The woman rolled her eyes.

"Don't take it too seriously. I'm not throwing this punch; I'm just being sarcastic."

So, does that mean I overdid it in self-defense?

Xu Yan took another sip of the sweet juice, seemingly unconcerned.

"Then why would a student like you think of boxing?"

"Hunting aliens to protect the Earth."

Shu Ying: ?

"There are no aliens in this world."

Have you ever seen an alien?

"of course not."

"You're welcome."

Xu Yan leaned back against the spacious and comfortable back of the booth sofa, a Nike lipstick curling up in his mouth.

Shu Ying opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she sighed and said, "You're really shameless."

"It's no longer an era where you care about your reputation, it's an era where you judge people by their appearance, sister."

The smiling face opposite me had a slight blush on its cheeks.

He keeps saying strange things, and he even uses such a title... I've already told him his name, does he think he's particularly susceptible to this?

"You really like calling me 'sister' that much?"

She couldn't help but ask.

Without even realizing it, as he asked the question, his body was almost touching the table, and his cheek was quite close to it.

The subconscious act of closing the distance seemed to be clouded by the effects of alcohol.

Xu Yan didn't seem to realize it either; he just looked at the other person with a smile and asked, "Should I call you Mom?"

"...I have no interest in raising a son."

Strange, my cheeks feel a little hot and itchy, and I want to reach out and touch them.

So she rested her chin on her hand, trying to make her movements appear normal and casual.

"Then I'll call you Sister Shu?"

"...Never mind, just call me 'sister' then, let's drink."

She always tells others that she's not young anymore, as if she doesn't care about her age at all.

But at this moment, I don't want to be called so old.

So they pushed their glasses forward, and their glasses collided gently like ice hockey pucks, the liquid swirling and reflecting Shu Ying's slightly downturned eyebrows.

The bar is playing a piano version of Birdsong.

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Chapter 62 The Cultivation of a Scumbag?

"Alright, it's getting late, I should go home."

Xu Yan checked the time; he had just finished a gin and tonic and a bottle of beer, clearly indicating his low alcohol tolerance.

Shu Ying, standing before me, had already finished her third glass of wine that evening, a Negroni.

She opened her slightly hazy, drunken eyes, and asked with a hint of reproach, "What time is it?"

Actually, the two didn't talk about many topics during that time; it was mostly Shu Ying asking questions and Xu Yan answering.

The boy didn't seem to be very interested in what was going on with her, which might have made him more eager to ask her questions.

"It's getting late. I rarely get home this late."

"Heh... playing innocent now? You guys have a day off tomorrow."

She said that.

Am I actually someone who likes to linger and be reluctant to leave? Of course not. I'm never wishy-washy at work, and I cut off other people's advances cleanly and decisively.

Indecisiveness and changing one's mind frequently are traits that I've never possessed.

Perhaps... he's just too easygoing, unlike any other man I've ever met, so I want to deliberately make things difficult for him?

"I can't help it, my family is strict. Anyway, you said you could drink alone... Should I go first?"

Xu Yan stood up abruptly, seemingly unwilling to delay any longer.

Shu Ying rolled her eyes at the other person.

Having drunk quite a bit, he wasn't actually as sober as he appeared, so his eye-rolling at that moment had a rather alluring quality.

Like an electric shock.

"You really feel comfortable leaving me alone?"

"Otherwise, sister, you're not some naive little girl."

"You've hinted at my age several times tonight? Do you really think I won't get angry?"

"I don't know that... but I do know your fists are hard."

"..."

Shu Ying picked up her bag and stood up.

He really is a stubborn little man who won't budge... but I'm not going to be soft-hearted myself.

As they walked towards the bar entrance one after the other, Xu Yan, displaying his gentlemanly manners, took the lead and helped open the heavy door of the bar.

Shu Ying looked up at Xu Yan, but the moment she stepped out the door, her ankles buckled.

"what..."

It wasn't exactly a scream, the shout wasn't loud, and she instinctively lunged at the boy standing to the side.

A strong scent wafted towards me; it wasn't the smell of sweat or any particular brand of perfume.

It has an indescribable flavor, but it's not unpleasant.

The muscles in the chest and abdomen that I touched were very hard.

It gives people a very direct sense of security and reliability.

This is rare for a young man like this, since most people describe men of this age as "little fresh meat" or "puppy dog".