He slowly entered the room, opened the door, looked around, and pulled a bottle of wine and a glass from the cupboard.

Bright red wine emerges from the bottle and falls into the transparent glass, swaying faintly in the light of the light, shimmering with a hint of light. Casifel picked up the glass and shook it gently, his deep eyes red with red wine.

Cup after cup fell into his stomach, and Casifel had not yet eaten dinner, but felt a burning sensation in his stomach that was indescribable.

O Allah Almighty! and let me be drunk to death, and not to suffer.

Cassifil knew very well that he could not get drunk, let alone have the right to be drunk. Glass after glass of wine poured into his mouth, sourness and stinging pain.

He put down his glass, leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes.

However, Mu Xiaoran's smile always appeared in his mind and lingered.

Casifel gently pulled away his eyes and looked at the glimmer of light. Allah, Almighty, tell him what he should do now.

Does the woman he loves love himself or not? Does the woman he loves have her own existence in her heart?

Cassefil had the volatilization of alcohol, and the insecurity in his heart overflowed.

On the other hand, An Yuran's car stopped halfway, and Mu Xiaoran quickly got out of the car and found a random place to vomit wildly. An Yuran frowned, stepped forward and gently swept Mu Xiaoran's back to make her feel comfortable.

Mu Xiaoran almost vomited, and An Yuran helped her back to the car and took a bottle of water to her.

"Drink some water." An Yuran gently handed it over. He watched her get drunk for Cassefil, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable.

If he could, he really thought that Mu Xiaoran could forget all the unhappiness and just leave happy memories. That way, she wouldn't be so uncomfortable, and he wouldn't be heartbroken by her discomfort.

After Mu Xiaoran drank the water, she felt that her throat was much more comfortable, but she was dizzy and a little throbbing, which made her very uncomfortable.

She felt very sore all over, especially in the area of her neck, and it was unbearable to even move.

An Yuran looked at Mu Xiaoran and frowned, and with a painful look on his face, he approached and asked softly.

"Xiao Ran, are you feeling unwell?" His hand gently landed on Mu Xiaoran's face, and he was relieved to find that she was just a simple fever, and she was not sick.

But Mu Xiaoran grabbed An Yuran's hand at once and smiled softly.

"It's cold, it's comfortable."

An Yuran chuckled lightly and looked at her dotingly. She is really cute and seductive at this moment.

The pink cheeks looked particularly smooth and delicate, and the little mouth was slightly open, although it had just been vomited, it was still very tempting.

An Yuran approached slightly, closed her eyes slightly, and wanted to kiss Mu Xiaoran again, but she was stiff and unable to move because of Mu Xiaoran's action.

Mu Xiaoran suddenly hugged An Yuran tightly and spoke inarticulately.

But An Yuran still heard very clearly whose name she was shouting.

He gently pulled her hands away, put them away, and started the engine and drove away, his hands clenching the disc, the depression in his heart even more difficult to dissipate.

An Yuran gently put Mu Xiaoran on the **, looking at her sideways, her brows were still furrowed, I was afraid that she had poured too much wine and felt a little uncomfortable.

He went into the bathroom and got a hot towel and gently wiped Mu Xiaoran's face so that she could feel more comfortable.