Finishing his order and looking up to see Marcus seated across from him, unconsciously licking his bottom lip, Ethan was stunned for a moment before a smile blossomed at the corners of his mouth.
"What are you smiling about?"
Ethan followed his lead and made a lip-licking motion, saying, "I didn't think you could do that; it's kind of funny."
That was all thanks to him, too, all thanks to his bite.
Ethan knew what it was about, of course; he did go a little overboard earlier in the car, but Marcus still had tiny cuts on his lips from his bites, which were now glistening with blood.
Marcus didn't seem to mind his teasing, only picking up the water and taking a sip, but his eyes showed a not-so-obvious color of embarrassment. Ethan smiled again and said no more.
A table with food soon appeared. As Ethan handed Marcus a plate, he said in a low voice, "Tomorrow is Lyson's anniversary party. When are you going?"
"what when?"
Ethan smiled, "If you're just going as an invited partner with an invitation, then of course it's whatever you want, as long as you're there before the party starts. But, Marcus, if you're coming as my partner, then it's ..."
"Are you trying to make it so that everyone knows?"Marcus interrupted, "Don't forget this is mainland China."
Although they never shied away from their relationship, Marcus always practiced keeping a low profile. This was a private matter; there was no need to let too many people know. Ethan, however, was a bit unimpressed. He did not care about how others looked at it, but since Marcus said to keep a low profile, let's keep a low one.
"I was joking, don't take it seriously."
Marcus lowered his head and continued eating, knowing fully that his line was against his will, but he did not want to continue the conversation.
For a while, neither of them spoke again. The screen of the cell phone Ethan rested on his hand lit up. Ethan glanced at it and asked Marcus, concentrating on his food on the opposite side, "Where do you want to go after dinner in a while?"
"Tomorrow, Lyson is having an anniversary meeting; your hands are full. Better go back to bed early."
"... Then you go back first, and I'll go out for a few drinks with some friends."
Ethan said and felt a little twisted; with Marcus to explain his whereabouts how to think is very strange, but these two months, in addition to work time almost every day with Marcus put together, has let the gang lose friends a few times pigeons, no wonder was said to be colorful and light friends, today,...was not want to go. Go, just now, just casually said, but Marcus does not care about the attitude or let his heart inexplicably become uncomfortable.
Marcus nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll hitchhike back myself."
"..."
Ethan's mood hit rock bottom, and he couldn't tell why. He didn't want to talk anymore anyway.
So, for the meal after that, the two of them just finished their meal in silence in a subtly awkward atmosphere, neither saying another word.
After dinner, the two went their separate ways; Marcus went to the intersection to wait for the car, Ethan went to the parking lot to get the car; the phone rang several times, and his friends called to urge him to hurry to the past, Ethan was utterly unable to raise interest, perfunctory response to hang up the phone, slowly drove the car swinging out of the parking lot, and saw Marcus is still standing on the side of the road, see his car out, then directly walked to the car. When he saw his car come out, he walked straight over.
Ethan lowered the window and asked, "Can't you get a cab? This road should be quite easy to get a taxi on."
Before he finished speaking, Marcus had already opened the car door and sat in it, "I'll go with you."
Ethan was a bit surprised at his words, "Going together?"
Marcus turned his head to look at him in amusement. "That's why you've been mad at me all night. Let's go. You're driving a car and going for a drink. You don't want to wait until I fall asleep in the middle of the night and then ask me to come out and pick you up?"
Ethan started the car and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, hesitantly asking, "Do you think I'm mad at you?"
"Don't you? Because I won't go public with our relationship?And because I expressed indifference to wherever you wanted to go?"Marcus said and shook his head, "You're getting into this."
For the first time, Ethan didn't argue; he just drove the car silently, and half an hour later, he arrived at his destination, a high-class club that he often visited.
Because it was a member's club, the atmosphere was much better than those messy pubs outside; Marcus didn't feel any discomfort even though he seldom came to this kind of place, except that as soon as he appeared behind Ethan, the few people who were sitting around playing dice and drinking whistled in an uproar.
"Ethan, you're finally ready to climb out of the gentle land~"
"Coming out to play with your family in tow, is this a deliberate attempt to make us bachelors die of envy?"
All these flirtations are endless; Marcus knows that these people are Ethan's diehard friends; at the wedding, we see that these words are joking; there was no malice; he is not calculating people, so also casually they say, say hello and sit in a corner.
Someone scowled at Ethan, who shrugged helplessly and whispered, "Couldn't get it right."
"Then you brought him along."
Ethan raised his eyebrows again triumphantly, "He was afraid you guys demolished me and didn't feel comfortable enough to come along."
"Che~" a crowd of people booed him together.
In the end, these people love to joke around, but they aren't familiar with Marcus, and Marcus comes with a high-cool aura. So, except for a moment of flirting when they entered the door at the beginning, no one had the nerve to find him to talk to him. Marcus was happy to have some leisure time, so he sat down on one side and flipped the magazines himself.
Ethan looked back at him and saw that he wasn't uncomfortable or impatient, so he let go of his mind and went to play with the others.
Only his hand today is not good. Just playing dice is also a hundred battles. Constantly being poured drinks, Marcus several times inadvertently raised his eyes to look at them to see if Ethan was a cup after a cup of drinking a scene.
He raised his hand and looked at his wristwatch; it had been two hours since they arrived. Ethan had been drinking for two hours, and the others were still up in arms; if they kept drinking like that, they were going to get sick.
Marcus got up and walked over and took the drink from Ethan, who had once again lost the glass he was holding to his mouth, and said, "I'll drink for you."
The crowd rose and shouted; Ethan shook his head, reached out and snatched the glass back again, and with another hard tug, pulled Marcus close to himself and sat down; the force was too much, Marcus was so pulled that he almost sat directly on him, the rest of the people whistled even louder, Marcus was helpless, Ethan was already a little bit drunk, and utterly unconcerned about the other people's gazes, he wrapped one hand tightly around his waist, almost to his ear, smiling and talking to him, "Don't drink, how are we going to get back later if you're drunk too."
"Then you also drink less," Marcus frowned," Don't play too much."
"Okay...if you don't let me drink, I won't drink..."
Ethan said more and more, coming closer and closer. Marcus could feel his lips in their earlobes rubbing the war chestnut feeling, and it was not good to push him away, not to mention the surroundings. There was a circle of watching a good show; some people yelled: "sister-in-law, you give some face ah, said that the loss of the drink, where is the rationale to say do not drink."
Because of a name-call, Marcus's eyebrows knit up lightly. Ethan slowly turned to look at the person who spoke, pointing at Marcus and asking him, "What did you just call him?"
"Sister-in-law," the other man said with a smirk," What's wrong with that?"
Ethan smashed the empty jar beside him with his hand and scolded with a laugh, "Don't talk nonsense; I'm the one who entered their family tree."
Immediately, someone understood and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "So Ethan, you're not a member of the family but a married man!"
Then, there was another round of laughter.
Marcus reached out and slapped Ethan's face, "You're drunk, aren't you?"
Ethan kissed him on the palm of his hand and said, "Marcus Marcus, you have to be responsible for me when you marry me."
A group of people followed. "Of course I'm responsible, Marcus. You can't give up on our young master!"
Some people even laughed: "I suddenly want to marry a daughter. What's going on?"
Marcus was speechless and thought he should not come with Ethan to meet these people next time but just let him be dunked to death.
In the end, Marcus or find tomorrow to organize the company's anniversary of the excuse to pull Ethan's early escape out of the club's door; Marcus almost hangs on their people: "Don't pretend, I know you're not so drunk that you can't walk the point."
Still holding him, Ethan carelessly kissed the side of his face and asked softly, "Where's the car?"
"Asked the porter to take it."Marcus finally relented and pushed away the man who was groping him more and more liberally through his drink.
The porter had already brought the car around and hustled Ethan into it, and Marcus was about to get into the driver's seat when someone staggered over and ran right into him.
Marcus frowned and took a step back. It was the person he had just noticed sprawled out on the side of the street by the light pole and puking. Ten to one, another drunk had come to the club to get drunk. The other person froze momentarily because of his movement and raised his head to look up at him in a daze. After a moment, he suddenly laughed, "Cousin Arthur, it's been a long time."
Marcus also froze and only then carefully measured up the drunkard in front of him: loose black hair, a lovely face, a pair of peach blossom eyes, and still-hooked eyeliner. Marcus froze for half a day before slowly connecting it with someone in his memory. He somewhat disbelievingly asked him in return, "Are you...Ran?" Finishing his order and looking up to see Marcus seated across from him, unconsciously licking his bottom lip, Ethan was stunned for a moment before a smile blossomed at the corners of his mouth.
"What are you smiling about?"
Ethan followed his lead and made a lip-licking motion, saying, "I didn't think you could do that; it's kind of funny."
That was all thanks to him, too, all thanks to his bite.
Ethan knew what it was about, of course; he did go a little overboard earlier in the car, but Marcus still had tiny cuts on his lips from his bites, which were now glistening with blood.
Marcus didn't seem to mind his teasing, only picking up the water and taking a sip, but his eyes showed a not-so-obvious color of embarrassment. Ethan smiled again and said no more.
A table with food soon appeared. As Ethan handed Marcus a plate, he said in a low voice, "Tomorrow is Lyson's anniversary party. When are you going?"
"what when?"
Ethan smiled, "If you're just going as an invited partner with an invitation, then of course it's whatever you want, as long as you're there before the party starts. But, Marcus, if you're coming as my partner, then it's ..."
"Are you trying to make it so that everyone knows?"Marcus interrupted, "Don't forget this is mainland China."
Although they never shied away from their relationship, Marcus always practiced keeping a low profile. This was a private matter; there was no need to let too many people know. Ethan, however, was a bit unimpressed. He did not care about how others looked at it, but since Marcus said to keep a low profile, let's keep a low one.
"I was joking, don't take it seriously."
Marcus lowered his head and continued eating, knowing fully that his line was against his will, but he did not want to continue the conversation.
For a while, neither of them spoke again. The screen of the cell phone Ethan rested on his hand lit up. Ethan glanced at it and asked Marcus, concentrating on his food on the opposite side, "Where do you want to go after dinner in a while?"
"Tomorrow, Lyson is having an anniversary meeting; your hands are full. Better go back to bed early."
"... Then you go back first, and I'll go out for a few drinks with some friends."
Ethan said and felt a little twisted; with Marcus to explain his whereabouts how to think is very strange, but these two months, in addition to work time almost every day with Marcus put together, has let the gang lose friends a few times pigeons, no wonder was said to be colorful and light friends, today,...was not want to go. Go, just now, just casually said, but Marcus does not care about the attitude or let his heart inexplicably become uncomfortable.
Marcus nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll hitchhike back myself."
"..."
Ethan's mood hit rock bottom, and he couldn't tell why. He didn't want to talk anymore anyway.
So, for the meal after that, the two of them just finished their meal in silence in a subtly awkward atmosphere, neither saying another word.
After dinner, the two went their separate ways; Marcus went to the intersection to wait for the car, Ethan went to the parking lot to get the car; the phone rang several times, and his friends called to urge him to hurry to the past, Ethan was utterly unable to raise interest, perfunctory response to hang up the phone, slowly drove the car swinging out of the parking lot, and saw Marcus is still standing on the side of the road, see his car out, then directly walked to the car. When he saw his car come out, he walked straight over.
Ethan lowered the window and asked, "Can't you get a cab? This road should be quite easy to get a taxi on."
Before he finished speaking, Marcus had already opened the car door and sat in it, "I'll go with you."
Ethan was a bit surprised at his words, "Going together?"
Marcus turned his head to look at him in amusement. "That's why you've been mad at me all night. Let's go. You're driving a car and going for a drink. You don't want to wait until I fall asleep in the middle of the night and then ask me to come out and pick you up?"
Ethan started the car and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, hesitantly asking, "Do you think I'm mad at you?"
"Don't you? Because I won't go public with our relationship?And because I expressed indifference to wherever you wanted to go?"Marcus said and shook his head, "You're getting into this."
For the first time, Ethan didn't argue; he just drove the car silently, and half an hour later, he arrived at his destination, a high-class club that he often visited.
Because it was a member's club, the atmosphere was much better than those messy pubs outside; Marcus didn't feel any discomfort even though he seldom came to this kind of place, except that as soon as he appeared behind Ethan, the few people who were sitting around playing dice and drinking whistled in an uproar.
"Ethan, you're finally ready to climb out of the gentle land~"
"Coming out to play with your family in tow, is this a deliberate attempt to make us bachelors die of envy?"
All these flirtations are endless; Marcus knows that these people are Ethan's diehard friends; at the wedding, we see that these words are joking; there was no malice; he is not calculating people, so also casually they say, say hello and sit in a corner.
Someone scowled at Ethan, who shrugged helplessly and whispered, "Couldn't get it right."
"Then you brought him along."
Ethan raised his eyebrows again triumphantly, "He was afraid you guys demolished me and didn't feel comfortable enough to come along."
"Che~" a crowd of people booed him together.
In the end, these people love to joke around, but they aren't familiar with Marcus, and Marcus comes with a high-cool aura. So, except for a moment of flirting when they entered the door at the beginning, no one had the nerve to find him to talk to him. Marcus was happy to have some leisure time, so he sat down on one side and flipped the magazines himself.
Ethan looked back at him and saw that he wasn't uncomfortable or impatient, so he let go of his mind and went to play with the others.
Only his hand today is not good. Just playing dice is also a hundred battles. Constantly being poured drinks, Marcus several times inadvertently raised his eyes to look at them to see if Ethan was a cup after a cup of drinking a scene.
He raised his hand and looked at his wristwatch; it had been two hours since they arrived. Ethan had been drinking for two hours, and the others were still up in arms; if they kept drinking like that, they were going to get sick.
Marcus got up and walked over and took the drink from Ethan, who had once again lost the glass he was holding to his mouth, and said, "I'll drink for you."
The crowd rose and shouted; Ethan shook his head, reached out and snatched the glass back again, and with another hard tug, pulled Marcus close to himself and sat down; the force was too much, Marcus was so pulled that he almost sat directly on him, the rest of the people whistled even louder, Marcus was helpless, Ethan was already a little bit drunk, and utterly unconcerned about the other people's gazes, he wrapped one hand tightly around his waist, almost to his ear, smiling and talking to him, "Don't drink, how are we going to get back later if you're drunk too."
"Then you also drink less," Marcus frowned," Don't play too much."
"Okay...if you don't let me drink, I won't drink..."
Ethan said more and more, coming closer and closer. Marcus could feel his lips in their earlobes rubbing the war chestnut feeling, and it was not good to push him away, not to mention the surroundings. There was a circle of watching a good show; some people yelled: "sister-in-law, you give some face ah, said that the loss of the drink, where is the rationale to say do not drink."
Because of a name-call, Marcus's eyebrows knit up lightly. Ethan slowly turned to look at the person who spoke, pointing at Marcus and asking him, "What did you just call him?"
"Sister-in-law," the other man said with a smirk," What's wrong with that?"
Ethan smashed the empty jar beside him with his hand and scolded with a laugh, "Don't talk nonsense; I'm the one who entered their family tree."
Immediately, someone understood and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "So Ethan, you're not a member of the family but a married man!"
Then, there was another round of laughter.
Marcus reached out and slapped Ethan's face, "You're drunk, aren't you?"
Ethan kissed him on the palm of his hand and said, "Marcus Marcus, you have to be responsible for me when you marry me."
A group of people followed. "Of course I'm responsible, Marcus. You can't give up on our young master!"
Some people even laughed: "I suddenly want to marry a daughter. What's going on?"
Marcus was speechless and thought he should not come with Ethan to meet these people next time but just let him be dunked to death.
In the end, Marcus or find tomorrow to organize the company's anniversary of the excuse to pull Ethan's early escape out of the club's door; Marcus almost hangs on their people: "Don't pretend, I know you're not so drunk that you can't walk the point."
Still holding him, Ethan carelessly kissed the side of his face and asked softly, "Where's the car?"
"Asked the porter to take it."Marcus finally relented and pushed away the man who was groping him more and more liberally through his drink.
The porter had already brought the car around and hustled Ethan into it, and Marcus was about to get into the driver's seat when someone staggered over and ran right into him.
Marcus frowned and took a step back. It was the person he had just noticed sprawled out on the side of the street by the light pole and puking. Ten to one, another drunk had come to the club to get drunk. The other person froze momentarily because of his movement and raised his head to look up at him in a daze. After a moment, he suddenly laughed, "Cousin Arthur, it's been a long time."
Marcus also froze and only then carefully measured up the drunkard in front of him: loose black hair, a lovely face, a pair of peach blossom eyes, and still-hooked eyeliner. Marcus froze for half a day before slowly connecting it with someone in his memory. He somewhat disbelievingly asked him in return, "Are you...Ran?"