C22 Strange Feeling of a Man
He immediately turned around and met Quan San's deep eyes. Other than the darkness, he couldn't see anything, he didn't scream in surprise, but his heart more or less felt a little uneasy. Quan San's gaze was too frightening, and it was filled with the brutality of a wild beast biting its prey, which made people shiver.
Shui Se pursed his lips and didn't compromise due to Quan San's terrifying gaze. He bluntly used his face to convey his displeasure to Quan San, telling the man that he was unhappy and his mood was as bad as the changing weather.
The man's gaze was sinister and presumptuous. He scanned Shui Se back and forth in front of Shui Se, up and down, inside and out. His hawk-like sharp eyes couldn't wait to cut off Shui Se's tense nerves and see clearly through his bones.
His heartbeat kept on rising, almost jumping out of his throat. No one could withstand Quan San's fierceness, as if he was going to kill the other party. His mouth was dry and his Adam's apple was trembling.
In the end, Quan San let go of Shui Se's wrist without saying a word from beginning to end. He forcefully stuffed the duck handle umbrella into Shui Se's hand and then left in large strides.
Shui Se, who held an umbrella, watched as the man in Tang suit slowly walked out of his line of sight. Behind him, a gust of wind blew, and a rope made of wool floated out from under the black umbrella and twisted in the air. Shui Se didn't feel empty on his back because the umbrella protected him from the wind and the rain.
When hunting, if you see the eyes of your prey, you can't shoot. These words were what Quan San said to Shui Se later on. There was a deeper meaning behind these words, but … Anyone who had experienced it would understand.
The next day, Shui Se was waiting for Quan San at the water bar. Regardless of the impression he had of this person, he still had to thank the man for borrowing the umbrella yesterday, otherwise, Shui Se would very likely have been slapped by the heavy rain on his back, causing him to be unable to return to the hotel. Moreover, the umbrella was very big, and it was enough to completely cover up his awkward back.
Another point was that Shui Se actually felt that he should try to communicate with Quan San, perhaps he could get some different views and opinions on Chinese elements from Quan San. Looking at Quan San's clothing and demeanor, Shui Se believed that Quan San should also be someone who had studied Chinese culture from top to bottom for five thousand years.
The man opened his laptop, browsing through all kinds of information on the internet while drinking coffee. From time to time, he would add or delete a few strokes on the design that he had rushed over to yesterday.
Looking around again, Shui Se felt that today was not the best time to meet Quan San. He put down his coffee cup and started to work seriously at the computer, so Quan San really came and sat opposite him at the table, looking at him arrogantly.
Quan San slowly picked up his tea cup and savored it. However, his fierce eyes never left Shui Se's body, he looked from head to toe, and then back to the top of his head.
Shui Se was sitting formally. Of course, because he was in the office, his hands didn't naturally land on his legs. Instead, he typed on the keyboard of his computer.
From Quan San's angle, he could see a piece of Quan San's forehead and seemingly soft hair, then the computer covering most of his face, then his shoulders, and then the round table covering his abdomen. Then, when he looked down slightly, what Quan San saw was Shui Se's butt and legs that were spread apart on the chair.
A man's formal sitting posture is with his legs apart and his shoulders level, revealing the most private part of his crotch.
Shui Se seemed to like camel-colored and beige colored clothes. Today, he was wearing beige coloured pants and a pair of well-trimmed trousers, possibly because of their light color. As he sat there, the pants made a lot of creases and creases, especially at the base of the legs.
The light in Quan San's eyes flowed. He was guessing in his heart, guessing what color underpants Shui Se was wearing today!
Although he was usually taciturn, he and Chi Cheng were born of the same root, so they were naturally not good men or women. Compared to his elder brother Second Brother, he should be called an insider, right? He would not easily speak, but he would definitely hurt others if he did so. If he did not make a move, he would definitely kill them!
