Ah B has never understood how Chen Yiyao and I had such a good relationship at the beginning, how could we be separated.

It's like he hasn't been able to figure out why Xia Yun and I are suddenly together.

It was a summer night, I was in the rental house to review my homework, Xia Yun called, crying on the phone.

By the time I arrived at the bar, she was already drunk.

There was a bottle of foreign wine in front of her, and a bottle of Erguotou.

I asked her, "Want to get yourself drunk?" ”

She giggled and her eyes were drunk: "Yes, drink this, have a sweet dream, and forget everything." Her eyes darkened suddenly, and I grabbed her hand and let go of it again.

"Drink, I'll accompany you." I say.

"Then you drink with me." She flipped an upside-down cup on the table and filled it up.

It wasn't drinking, it was trying to get ourselves drunk, and we took two glasses, one of us poured a glass, touched the glasses and started drinking. She had just drunk a few of them when she choked and coughed. I looked at her with the cup, I went to get her cup, and she wouldn't let me. I ignored her and snatched the cup.

She was a little annoyed: "What are you doing." ”

I looked at her, "I'll drink." ”

I picked up the cup and drank it all at once, the wine was hot in the body, and I obviously felt that my face was red all of a sudden, I picked up her cup and drank it, she sat opposite me and looked at me silently, her face was flushed, I poured the third cup of Erguotou, picked it up and wanted to pour it, she grabbed my hand.

Her: "Don't drink it." ”

I watched as her eyes began to turn red.

Me: "Don't cry, it's your birthday." ”

Her: "How do you know?" ”

She burst into tears.

I ignored her and continued to drink. I don't know if it was because I drank too quickly or what, but my own eyes were a little blurry and my nose was a little sore. I put down the cup and walked over to the other side and hugged her tightly, and she started crying.

"Lu Yanchen!" She cried and called my name, "Only you remember my birthday......"

I didn't let go of her, I just patted her on the back, my vision was a little blurry, I thought I was drunk.

"You wait for me." After she got better, I said.

"Where are you going?" She asked me as she wiped away her tears.

"I'll be back in a moment." I say.

When I got back to the table, I had a box of ice cream in my hand with a match stuck in it.

"Happy birthday, Xia Yun." I took out my lighter and lit the match at once, "Happy birthday to you." "The match only burned long enough for me to sing the last line of my birthday song.

She burst out laughing.

"Don't laugh, make a wish, the match is about to go out."

She hurriedly made a wish, and at the last moment when the match was about to go out, she blew it out.

"Thank you, Lu Yanchen."

"No thanks."

That night, lying in bed, we fell asleep under the moonlight.

She drank a lot of wine, and she didn't know if she was drunk or not. But I should have been a little drunk. She didn't go back to the dormitory, but went back to the rental house with me. Ah B didn't know where to fool around with the little sheep, and he didn't come back all night.

After that night's masquerade, our relationship grew by leaps and bounds, but neither mentioned the kiss that night, nor did we confirm the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend. It seems that wearing a mask is the only way to release the true self.

And tonight, maybe everything will be different.

She was visibly nervous, her hands flustered and she didn't know where to put them, like a schoolboy, her hands flat on her laps. I was also a little nervous, I gently brushed the hair from her ear with my hand, and looked at her face, her appearance was shy and pitiful.

I reached out to shake her hand, her hand was cold, I slowly touched her hand, our faces were close together, her eyes kept avoiding me.

She looked flustered, but suddenly she had the courage to raise her head, look me in the eyes, look at my face carefully, and I thought maybe she could really see me now. My lips slowly approached hers and kissed her gently. I don't know why, I was extra careful when I kissed her, as if I was afraid that I would break her lips, she was still very nervous at first, and then slowly felt her tongue, touching the tip of my tongue slowly, as if trying to understand something.

We were lying on the bed and she was in her underwear.

I lay flat, she kept some distance from me on her side, didn't say anything, just looked at me silently.

I turned to the side and looked at her too, her gaze softened. There was no light in the room, and a ray of moonlight peeked through the gap in the curtains, swaying freely on us and on her face.

"Want to see it?" She asked in a low voice.

"What?" I was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant.

"You're not trying to paint my body?" Her wheezing was a little heavy.

I swallowed, and in the darkness, my voice was a little clear.

She burst out laughing.

I suddenly found myself liking this kind of character of hers, and underneath her soft exterior, there was a kind of courage and resilience.

"Hmm." I nodded, "Still, I think you really wanted to do it in your heart, not to drink." ”

"Fool." She laughed, "I like that each other is willing." "She reached out and stroked my face, there was no shyness in her gaze, and I felt her touch quietly in the moonlight." You know, I believe in fate, and when you first draw me into your painting, I know that I am caught in your net. Later, when you came up to me and looked into your eyes, I didn't feel strange to you at all. ”

"It feels good to be trusted." I say.

"Then you know what I like about you?" She asked.

"You seem to have said that I am focused on painting?" I replied.

"Well, I like serious people." She said, "You close your eyes. ”

"Hmm." I agreed, closing my eyes.

She got up from her bed, and there was a rustling sound next to her, and after a while, her voice rang out.

"Alright, open it."

I opened my eyes.

In front of me, there is a stunning painting.

She was standing alone in front of the windowsill, looking out through the thin curtains, I don't know what she was looking at, the light shone through her body, her body seemed to be transparent. I could clearly see her naked body, her body was fair, and her outline was like a bottle of white jade porcelain bottle. I saw the sky, the moonlight and her shadow, like a perfect still life in front of the windowsill.

She turned around and looked at me with quiet eyes, smiling at the corners of her mouth.

"Is that okay?" Her voice trembled a little.

"It's not enough." My wheezing was a little heavier.

"What else do I need to do?" She slowly came to my side.

"I need ...... Deeper understanding. ”

She trembled, smiled, rubbed my tousled hair, and took me in her arms. I closed my eyes and reveled in the warmth, it was such a sense of tranquility that made me so comfortable.

Am I intoxicated by her gaze......

Am I intoxicated by her breathing......

Am I intoxicated by her life......

The dawn sun slowly replaced the moonlight, and we fell asleep at dawn.