"Lost lambs. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

At the Hilton Hotel next to Pioneer Square in Seattle, Gilina uses that word to describe herself. At this time, it was noon, and the brilliant sunlight outside the window shone in, shining on Angelina, coupled with the hybrid demeanor of weakness and stubbornness she showed at this moment, making her look a strange dream and blur.

Beautiful things are always breathtaking, for Angelina's charm, Chamberlain, who was sitting opposite, had a panoramic view, and after a short period of distraction, his chaotic brain regained its clarity.

"Yes, it was dramatic, but have a great trip."

After a glass of wine, Chamberlain's brain was already a little swollen, but in order to hide his gaffe, he still raised his glass. After speaking, he was a little uneasy, and then he continued: "Drink less, Angelina, there is a strange man sitting across from you." ”

"You ......"

Chamberlain's words had not yet been finished, and under his stunned gaze, Angelina's wine had already entered his throat.

"Release yourself, my dear, don't hide yourself so deeply, God will not let us hurt each other when we meet."

Angelina put the empty wine glass on the table, stroked her instantly rosy face, and smiled at Chamberlain.

This was not the proper way for a normal woman to drink, and Chamberlain was now almost certain of his guess. Take the abnormal two encounters as fate, and treat this fate as an instant signpost, and follow this uncertain signpost to drift around......

"This is a confused woman, a woman who wants to escape from a certain fear, a woman who knows that she can't escape, looking around in the vast sea of people, looking for a place to return, maybe warm clothes, symbolizing her yearning for warmth."

Chamberlain gave Angelina such a comment in his heart.

"You seem to be in trouble that is hard to solve?"

Chamberlain frowned and asked Angelina a few glasses of wine, Angelina's bright eyes had dimmed a lot, and some of the feelings she had tried to hide couldn't wait to show.

"No, it's just feeling tired. Why not drink it? ”

Angelina denied it, hid the negative feelings that were accidentally revealed, smiled deliberately, and pointed to Chamberlain's wine glass.

"Okay, I'll drink."

Chamberlain held his breath and poured the wine down his throat. Acquaintances are wary of each other, let alone strangers who are not very familiar with each other? Angelina didn't want to talk about her thoughts, so Chamberlain didn't ask about it.

The wine went up quickly, gradually, although he was not yet drunk, but Chamberlain's vision was already a little blurred, and at this time he couldn't care about any image, and ate the dishes on the table, which he had not eaten for a long time, with a strong hometown flavor.

"You're not going to treat me to a drink?"

Chamberlain's strength had not yet been suppressed, and Angelina shook the empty glass again.

"Well, for our encounter."

Chamberlain reluctantly filled the cups of the two people and raised them to Angelina.

"Don't drink so fast, Angelina, though."

Chamberlain finally told again uneasily.

Despite Chamberlain's suggestion, the wine did not survive the third round, and the wine, like boiled water, was poured down the throat by Angelina, who was visibly drunk. Her bold way of drinking, along with the drunken Chamberlain, is like drinking poison to accompany her.

"How about pouring me a drink?"

Angelina raised her empty glass with a slight tremble, her tongue slightly knotted as she spoke.

"You can't drink any more, Angelina."

Chamberlain was eating and drinking, and when he heard the words, he refused with a big tongue.

"It's not a gentleman's job to turn down a lady."

Angelina spoke, and got up from her chair with some unsteady.

"You really can't drink anymore, Angelina."

Seeing Angelina walk up to him to get the wine bottle, he decisively reached out and grabbed Angelina's wrist.

"Why? Wouldn't it be good for us to get drunk together? ”

The right hand was grabbed by Chamberlain, and Angelina stretched out her left hand and grabbed the bottle persistently.

"Being drunk doesn't make unhappy things go away, we should think about solving it."

Angelina's body was already crumbling, and Chamberlain hurriedly stood up to support her. Well, the problem is that he can't stand very firmly either.

"But it will make us forget these things for a while."

Angelina was drunk, and the big beautiful eyes that looked at Chamberlain, there were already some faint water stains, and some unspeakable thoughts hidden in the bottom of her heart were also exposed through these talking eyes.

"Let's go, let's get to the couch, I'll be a good listener."

Chamberlain put his arm around Angelina's shoulders and pushed the chair beside him aside.

Unexpectedly, just after taking two steps, Angelina, who was already struggling, suddenly leaned on Chamberlain's body weakly, making him stumble and almost fall to the ground with Angelina.

"Oh, that's terrible."

Chamberlain, who felt that the world was spinning, muttered a little drunkenly and hugged Angelina's lower abdomen, so that her whole body was soft and straightened her body again, and then bent her waist, and the other hand passed through Angelina's leg and picked her up.

"Put me there."

Angelina smiled silently, hooked Chamberlain's neck with her right hand, pointed to another room with her left hand, and said to Chamberlain's cheek.

"Well, if you're sure."

The wine was rising, and Chamberlain was a little sluggish, if he was in normal times, he would definitely be able to guess that the room Angelina was referring to was her bedroom.

The dining room, living room, and bedroom are large square meters of units, and they will not be far away, but it is this usually inconspicuous section of the road, and the rickety Chamberlain took several times longer to finish.

Finally walked to Angelina's bed, knowing that he had drunk too much, Chamberlain tried his best to control the speed of his bending, and carefully put the woman in his arms on the bed that could not distinguish anything at this time.

"You know what? My dear, in Staples, when you hit me again, I knew that you were the one God had sent to save me. ”

With a drunken flush on her cheeks, Angelina lay flat on the bed with her drunken eyes open, but her hands were still hooked around Chamberlain's neck, and she asked him to leave from her side.

The fragrant fragrance, red lips, charming eyes, and delicate face, this scene that can make a man forget about it, but it made Chamberlain feel excited, and most of the wine woke up in an instant.

"Let me go, Angelina."

With his hands propped up on the soft bed and his waist arched hard, Chamberlain tried his best to raise his forehead, but the tip of his bulging nose still almost touched Angelina's nose.

"I'm in trouble, and a bunch of devils are eyeing me."

As if she hadn't heard Chamberlain's words, Angelina kept her posture, her eyes out of focus and whispering, while her arms trembled as if they were in great fear.

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

With his elbows propped up on the bed, his hands reached behind his neck, to break Angelina's clenched hands, and sensing the girl's fear, Chamberlain stopped his movements and asked softly in her ear.

"No, I can't say, no one can say."

Angelina looked at Chamberlain in panic, shaking her head frantically, and the liquid that splattered from those eyes flew onto Chamberlain's face.

This is the reason why the girl is drunk, she collapsed, a thing that she can't talk to anyone, makes her psychology, to a critical point that she can bear, and Chamberlain is the straw that saves her life, the extraordinary encounter between two people arranged by fate makes her put the fantasy of being able to save herself on Chamberlain in a completely desperate situation, although she also knows that this is not realistic, but this is more or less a comfort.

Angelina kept swinging, causing Chamberlain to shake with him, and in order to maintain his balance, he raised his knees and knelt on the edge of the bed.

"Alright, alright, then don't say anything about it. Now forget about those unpleasant things, okay? Let's think of something to be happy about. ”

Fixing Angelina's head, Chamberlain smiled reassuringly, he wasn't good at comforting people, and he couldn't think of anything else he could do.

"Pleasant things?"

Angelina looked at Chamberlain in a daze, muttering unconsciously, as if she was caught in the reminiscence of the past, looking for something that made her happy.

Seeing Angelina quiet, Chamberlain breathed a sigh of relief, and he raised his hands again to free his somewhat uncomfortable neck. Who knew that his careful action woke Angelina back up, turned over and threw him down on the bed, buried his head deep in his chest, and cried in a low voice.

Afraid that Angelina would react violently, Chamberlain maintained this awkward posture, not daring to move a little except to stroke the girl's back.

Last night, thinking about how to solve the matter with Ray Allen, Chamberlain tossed and turned, and slept late at night, coupled with the effect of alcohol, Chamberlain gradually became a little confused.

The same is true for Angelina, her tense psychology is vented, and her crying is slowly lowered, and it is almost inaudible.

Time passed minute by minute, all the disturbances were temporarily far away, two young men and women who met in Pingshui, like a pair of intimate lovers or friends, hugged each other and fell asleep deeply.