And at this time, in this blurry, flickering, restless dance floor, he saw the kind of smile he had seen back then, a real and warm, unguarded smile.

Wu Jue was indeed defenseless, and the paralysis of alcohol made her forget and ignore a qiē, all she could see was a handsome man standing in front of her, holding herself. As if as a childish prank, she suddenly approached him, slammed a kiss on his lips, and then violently broke away from him and stumbled off the dance floor.

Only then did Lin Jiahe know that she was really drunk.

He shook his head helplessly and hurried to catch up with her from behind.

Wu Jue ran to the bar, drank the unfinished whiskey he had just drunk, and was about to ask the waiter to refill the glass, but was stopped by Lin Jiahe, who followed from behind: "You are drunk." ”

"Who said you can't get drunk or go home?" Although he was already confused, it was rare that Wu Jue could still distinguish a little reality.

"Since you're drunk, you should go home." He took her by the way, and the voice in her ear was soft, like a pampered child.

Wu Jue didn't struggle.

Everyone's drunken appearance is different, some people will go crazy, some will be drowsy, and some are like Wu Jue, extremely obedient, completely removing the thick shell of weekdays.

Because she had no strength, she gave almost all the weight of her body to Lin Jiahe. And at this moment, she is also willing to rely on him completely. It's like a harbor that the floating life needs, no matter who this person is, as long as this harbor is enough for her to dock.

Walking out of the "flying gallop", the night breeze is even more intoxicating. Even Lin Jiahe, who was not drunk, was a little flustered.

He carefully stuffed Wu Jue, who was soft like a small animal, into the car and fastened his seat belt.

She had been quiet, lazily with her eyes open, a soft blur in her eyes, and a gentle smile on her face.

Lin Jiahe was happy to see her like this, as if he could let him go straight to the bottom of her heart, even if it was just an illusion.

He sat down, turned sideways, took her hand, and put it to his lips: "Happy birthday." ”

This blessing is not a routine perfunctory, but a real hope that she can be happy by his side, just like when she was by that boy's side.

Wu Jue ate and smiled, did not speak, just spread the fingers leaning against his lips, gently rubbed his cheeks, and after a while, he spoke inarticulately: "For the sake of you being so handsome, I will accept your blessings, I not only want to have a happy birthday, but I also want to be happy every day." ”

The tone and look in which she spoke were like a child who swore by herself.

Lin Jiahe pursed his lips and smiled in a low voice, at this moment, he actually felt a little happy.

After the car started, neither of them spoke again.

Wu Jue leaned on the window, staring blankly at the night scenery passing by outside the window. The effect of alcohol made her feel a little dreamy.

I don't know how long later, she suddenly shouted: "Stop! ”

Lin Jiahe was caught off guard by this call, and hurriedly stepped on the brakes, he turned his head and asked for some reason, "What's wrong?" ”

"Cake, I want cake." Wu Jue pointed outside and muttered.

Lin Jiahe looked out with her hand, and it turned out to be a 24-hour cake shop, with several rows of delicate birthday cakes displayed in the glass window, which looked particularly attractive under the light.

"Okay, I'll buy it. You wait for me. He thought for a moment, opened the door and walked out.

He chose a small fruit cake, and he remembered that she didn't like sweet food.

The space in the car was cramped, so he could only symbolically light a candle, and then held the cake in front of Wu Jue, who Manchester United was looking forward to.

"Whew-" Wu Jue quickly blew out the candle, and then folded his hands: "I'm going to make a wish." ”

Her mind was actually full of wontons, and she couldn't think at all, where she could come up with any wishes, but it was just a knee-jerk behavior after being drunk.

Opening his eyes that were still misty, Wu Jue ate and smiled, picked up a fork and forked a piece, and was about to feed it in his mouth, but because his hands were soft and weak, he fell down.

She frowned, then suddenly raised her head again and pouted to Lin Jiahe: "You feed me." ”

Lin Jiahe shook his head helplessly, but he couldn't deal with a drunk, let alone such a well-behaved drunk.

He carefully picked up a piece of cake and stuffed it into Wu Jue's half-open mouth: "Is it delicious?" ”

"It's delicious." Wu Jue muttered his voice and pushed his hand in front of his face, "You eat too." ”

In fact, she had already eaten all the cakes on the fork, and he looked at her lips chewing with relish, and suddenly he was also interested in tasting it, so he forked a piece and put it in his mouth.

Who knows, Wu Jue suddenly came over and snatched the cake that was about to enter his mouth with his mouth: "Haha, I'm still fast." ”

Her face was close at hand, the corners of her mouth were stained with a few pieces of white cream, lining her originally white lips very red, and her eyes were squinted, which was the arc of Xuanyue, beautiful and serene.

Hot, the cramped carriage suddenly became hot.

Lin Jiahe threw the cake in his hand on the driver's platform, and then slammed it against her: "Let's see who is fast." ”

He bit Wu Jue's lip with some bad intentions, and then licked off the sweetness that remained at the corner of her mouth.

Wu Jue, who was in a fog, was obviously slow to react, and she didn't respond until the wet tongue pried open her lips.

So the ambiguous snatching turned into a long kiss that was too sweet.

The lips and teeth of both of them are filled with the aroma of cream and the sweetness of fruit.

Actually, Lin Jiahe didn't think about being intimate with Wu Jue when she was completely drunk, let alone in the car.

But the air heats up too fast, and the person in your arms is too tempting. And she is so active and cooperative, which has undoubtedly become the best catalyst.

He held her on top of him.

When he was intimate, he never liked to talk, but at this moment, he suddenly had a voice **, but he didn't know what to say, but after the combination, he whispered in her ear in a daze, calling her name over and over again.

The whole process is not intense, on the contrary, extremely lingering.

Wu Jue's face kept close to his ear, and the warm snort spread from his ear to his heart, and even his chest became warm.

He had never experienced this kind of experience, it was like a dream, as if he had the illusion of being old in the wilderness.

At the last moment, Wu Jue suddenly hugged him tightly, making him almost unable to move.

His tense body was ready to fly, so he had to bite her neck helplessly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Stupid, don't hold it so tightly, I can't move." ”

Wu Jue's body stiffened visibly.

Stupid, stupid, what a distant and familiar name.

She lifted her head and looked at him with half-squinted eyes, her eyes completely drunken and confused.

Lin Jiahe didn't understand her sudden expression, and an impatient panic rose inexplicably in his heart.

He grabbed her by the waist, heaving heavily, waiting for the release to come.

At the same time as his final blow, Wu Jue suddenly hugged him and whispered in his ear: "I miss you so much, Shen ......"

She spoke vaguely, leaving only an unfinished epilogue, and then fell on him and fell unconscious.

However, Lin Jiahe heard it very clearly, because it was in his ear, like a steel needle, piercing his eardrum and his heart.

The scorching air dropped to cold in an instant. On a June night, he felt cold all around him, and the passion he had just had completely faded, leaving only a full of sorrow.

He put Wu Jue down from his body and let her lean on the passenger seat.

At this time, she was sleeping unconsciously, Lin Jiahe looked at the face in a daze by the light in the car, and finally frowned and took out a cigarette, but the lighter was lit several times.

He was saddened to find that his hands were shaking so badly that it was as if he had collapsed.

He dropped his cigarette on the bridge, took a deep breath, and started the car.