Chapter 97: Inside the elevator door

White also happened to turn his gaze to Evelyn.
The two eyes met at the same time. One is blue, which symbolizes cold eyes, and the other is green and gloomy eyes.
The faces of both sides shined in the eyes that were as pure as water. White saw the one reflected in Evelyn's eyes, who looked extremely small.
Is it because the distance is too far, and it looks small?
White thought.
"Evelyn."
"what."
"I want to kiss you."
White said.
At this moment, time seems to stand still. When Evelyn turned her head, her eyelashes seemed to be swept, slow and sluggish.
White guessed what she was trying to say. Evelyn's lips moved a few times because White saw it. She must want to say something. For example, you shameless old thief. Prostitute, stop. Wait, these words.
Thinking of this, White couldn't help laughing. So he pressed Evelyn's hair, and he slowly stroked her hair while stroking her white and flawless neck.
Drowsy and dark elevator environment.
Squeeze, and suffocate.
When the sugar water reaches a certain level, White needs to breathe. In this space that was about to be indulged by the wine in Evelyn's dimple. White believed that Evelyn's bright red lips would definitely give him the most sweet air.
It is truly sweet and fragrant air.
When White bit Evelyn’s lips, Evelyn’s well-cared hands grabbed White’s shoulders, back, waist and abdomen. Sharp, red nails.
Evelyn must have wanted to pierce his flesh. Go deeper and deeper, the deeper the better. White thought to himself, and pressed Evelyn to the elevator railing at the back. He wanted to lift Evelyn's dress, but Evelyn bit his tongue. Evelyn's eyes were as colorless as cold gin.
White thought to himself, okay, okay.
He took his hand from under Evelyn's skirt, and the wine bottle in his right hand was slightly inclined. The wine was slightly spilled on the ground, and in this silent space, there was a drop or two of noise.
But soon, the noise was swallowed and disappeared.
"You are not a gentleman at all," Evelyn said.
White looked at Evelyn’s gorgeous cheeks. He stared attentively and said, "Yes, I am not a gentleman at all."
"The smell of gin is unpleasant."
"Really?" White got off Evelyn and leaned against the railing. "I feel okay."
"Unpleasant." Evelyn emphasized again.
White understood, and his faint smile emerged from his cheeks: "I know. I'll change a glass. Would you like the taste of whiskey? If you don't mind, I can get a glass."
Evelyn moved her eyes away and bit her upper lip with her white teeth.
White stretched out his long arm, before pressing the button. With a "creak", the elevator door opened slowly.
When the elevator door slowly opened, White took a step in front of Evelyn, covering Evelyn's people.
The face of Ivan Kama outside the door obviously did not expect that there would be other people inside. He was stunned for a while before returning from this momentary stunnedness.
"It looks so small inside." Ma Lian said, "Can there be another person?"
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White said, "No."
Ma face was disappointed: "I still want to try this elevator."
"There are stairs to go over there."
"Are you also in the photo wall?"
"What do you think?"
"I understand."
White thought to himself that Ma's face must have not seen his face clearly. Otherwise, the horse face would not be so polite. If he sees it is White, maybe he will be furious on the spot. Or, lose your mind and break in?
When Ma Lian retreated, his mouth still mumbled: "The bar owner, clearly told me that there is no one in the elevator."
Then, the elevator door was pressed by White. Now, White directly pressed the button on the second floor.
After the elevator door closed, it bumped left and right. The elevator rose slowly, making a creaking sound. In this space, the performance is extremely obvious.
White said: "The boss, regardless of whether there is anyone in the elevator, the answer is no one."
Evelyn asked: "The one with the big beard?"
"You see it."
"He always looks at everyone with misty and wise eyes."
White sneered and laughed and raised his thumb: "You are right. I said, your description is right."
During their conversation, the elevator slowly rose to the second floor.
Waiting for the elevator door to open, White, who was standing in the front, gave way to let Evelyn walk out of it first.
When Evelyn stepped outside from the elevator door, White realized that Evelyn’s dress was not golden, but bright red. Red with white is a perfect match.
When the elevator door closed again, White walked out of the elevator door. Keep up, this elevator and stairs are not the same. The road connected by the elevator leads directly to the private room on the second floor. And the way that the stairs lead is to the bar building on the second floor.
If it is really like what the boss of Boston's bearded said, this is the bar that came from a hundred years ago. This private room must be used by senior people in the past to watch jazz dances on the first floor and perform with singers and dancers. Because after they walked in, there was a hollow in the private room, like a large suspended window. A long railing stood in front of the window.
When White turned on the light, the crystal chandelier blooming like a flower above his head exudes a golden and clear light. It shot everywhere in an instant, illuminating the entire room.
The environment in the bar private room is very clean and tidy, surrounded by transparent glass cabinets with many valuable cups. But they are all locked. Without a key, no one can open them with bare hands.
White opened the big window in the middle. In an instant, the noise on the first floor hung up. The whole bar, like a balloon filled with air suddenly, is full of noise. Flashy, anxious, and noisy.
No one can conclude that the people who danced with monsters and monsters on the first floor were the most serious students of Stanford. However, their behavior represents the rich and flashy nightlife of most Stanford students.
White called Evelyn to his side, and the two of them leaned on the railing, looking at the darkened heads on the first floor, and talking to each other.
"These are the top few in the photo wall you launched on Lumblar?"
Evelyn put her body on the railing, leaned her head in her arms, looked through the glass underneath, and said.
"Yes." White paused. "If you also participate, you must be the first."
Evelyn didn't say a word, and White continued: "But you didn't even register as a member."
"Does this register any use?"
"Like a blog, it can attract fans."
"Oh, I don't play that." Evelyn slowly straightened up, "I don't like playing these social platforms."