Yu Minghui's eyes are quite large, and most of the time they are shining.

Now it's a little different, his eyes are like a pool of lakes that I can't touch, which is easy to indulge.

Fortunately, my daunting only lasted for a few seconds, and I quickly borrowed to touch Ada to divert my attention, and I pretended to be quite calm and said, "This is your house, you can drink if you want, you don't need to ask my opinion." ”

Yu Minghui sighed, he quickly stood up, and slowly walked in one direction.

Not long after, he came over to the table with three bottles of red wine, and he went to fetch two more goblets.

Pouring wine into the two cups, Yu Minghui picked up the cups and shook them slowly, he said, "You are free." ”

I didn't know that Yu Minghui's alcohol consumption was not very good.

After drinking a third of the bottle, his eyes began to drift, but he wanted to stare at me, and said in a particularly indistinct voice: "Lin Sisi, you will also leave in the future." ”

My heart trembled, and I forced myself to grab his wine glass, and I said, "Yu Minghui, you are drunk, don't drink anymore." ”

It's hopelessly fascinating.

Even if he is drunk and hazy, if Yu Minghui's mouth comes out, it can be as beautiful as a desert oasis.

He chuckled lightly, and said with a little self-deprecation: "Do you know why some people like to sell drunk? Because people are most relaxed when they are almost drunk, they can be their truest selves, they can splash, they can cry, they can laugh, they can make trouble, they can ignore their ugliness, they can invite the self hidden under the mask to come out, how good." But you can only be yourself when you drink too much, which is also quite sad. ”

Abruptly stretched out his hand and held my hand tightly, Yu Minghui, who had drunk too much, was like a chatterbox, and he continued: "Lin Sisi, I really like you. Can you not be like my mom and leave me quietly. Without leaving a word, he left in a hurry, which was particularly hurtful. ”

At this moment, he was as fragile as a child.

He was finally completely drunk, and lay on the table, muttering something I couldn't hear clearly.

With a lot of effort, I helped him shake for more than ten minutes before helping him to the second floor, in his bedroom.

When I put him on the bed, because he grabbed my hand tightly, and I was much lighter than him, I fell uncontrollably on the bed as he fell down.

I got up a little embarrassed and wanted to take off Yu Minghui's hand, but unexpectedly, he firmly imprisoned my hand and pulled me towards him.

I fell down by inertia, and my face almost hit his face.

Looking at each other, Yu Minghui drunkenly stretched out his empty hand to cover my face, his lips abruptly coming towards my face, but finally landed on the back of his own hand.

He was so drunk that he couldn't control himself, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.

But I don't know where his brute strength comes from, even if he falls asleep, his hand is like he wants to insert my hand into his body, and I can't break free at all.

After more than a dozen rounds of tug-of-war, I finally gave up on breaking free, and instead sat quietly, staring at his sleepy face, and then recalling over and over the particularly unsuccessful kiss just now.

And later, when I walked alone and shed tears when I thought of him, every time I thought of this night, this too unsuccessful kiss, I occasionally automatically consciously thought that this was a hint given to me by God earlier, but I was always too stupid, always slow, always when my heart hurt so much that there was no way back, I would look back at myself today, what was wrong.

And I, or maybe it's wrong, I know I shouldn't be greedy, but I'm still so greedy.