Huadiao has a low alcohol content, Ruan Qianya drank a small half of the altar, her face slowly turned red, and her eyes began to become confused.

Jing Yihong held her hand and didn't let her drink anymore, but Ruan Qianya refused, pushed Jing Yihong's hand away, directly picked up the wine jar on the table and began to pour it into her throat.

Seeing that the jar was about to be poured down by her, Jing Yihong snatched the wine jar from her hand without saying anything, "Qianya, you can't drink anymore." ”

Ruan Qianya's feet were soft and fell directly into Jing Yihong's arms.

Jing Yihong's body tightened.

Ruan Qianya had already fallen into a state of confusion, she leaned on Jing Yihong's chest, her eyes were half-squinted, and her pupils were always staring at a certain place.

"Qianya?" Jing Yihong tentatively called her name.

Ruan Qianya raised a red little face and looked at Jing Yihong a little dazedly: "Huh?"

It's been a long time since I've seen her so unscrupulous and unscrupulous to show herself the most primitive and simple state.

Jing Yihong's heart moved, and it was almost difficult to restrain the excitement in his heart.

Seeing that Ruan Qianya was already confused, Jing Yihong settled the bill and took her back to the hotel.

On the way back, Ruan Qianya's mind was already unclear, Jing Yihong wanted to stop a taxi to send her back, but the taxi stopped, Ruan Qianya refused to get on, Jing Yihong had to apologize to the driver, and then directly carried Ruan Qianya on her back.

Ruan Qianya was lying on his back, she seemed to be a little excited, she didn't know how to put her hands and feet, and she was about to slip off Jing Yihong's back after a while.

Jing Yihong had to stop and rectify all the way, and held her up again and again.

This was the first time since Ruan Qianya came back that she did not resist such close contact with him, but Jing Yihong knew that if it weren't for the influence of alcohol, she would not have behaved so well-behaved.

When she was about to arrive at the hotel, Ruan Qianya finally mastered the skill of being memorized. She hooked Jing Yihong's neck with both hands, locked her right hand with her left hand, and gently clamped Jing Yihong's waist with her two legs, which greatly avoided the trouble of slipping down.

Feeling her intimate demeanor, Jing Yihong suddenly felt very pleased.

Ruan Qianya put her face on Jing Yihong's shoulder, and muttered in a vague voice: "I hate you, the person I hate the most is you......"

Jing Yihong paused, and the faint smile on his face quickly solidified.

"Why don't you leave?" She flattened her mouth and whispered a grumble.

Jing Yihongfu resumed his normal walking, and while walking, he pretended to ask casually: "Why do you hate me?"

"Hate you...... You're my ......."

"What am I yours?" Jing Yihong asked with some expectation.

"Enemy."

Hearing these two words, the light in Jing Yihong's eyes instantly extinguished, "Qianya, I'm not your enemy." ”

"You're hurting me...... Hurt my child...... I will never forgive you. ”

Jing Yihong pursed her lips and wanted to explain to her, but the psychiatrist's words suddenly flashed in her mind: "If you forcibly wake her up, it may lead to schizophrenia......"

Those words that had already reached his mouth were swallowed by Jing Yihong.

"Qianya, you believe me, no matter now, in the past, or in the future, I will never hurt you."

Ruan Qianya was silent, as if she didn't understand Jing Yihong's words.

The person on the back didn't make a sound for a long time, and just when Jing Yihong thought she was asleep, he suddenly heard her voice say in a muffled voice: "Liar."

Jing Yihong's heart suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Dream life

He hated Fu Zhirong extremely much, and turned the former Ruan Qianya, who was full of spiritual transparency, into the current lifeless appearance, extremely sensitive and resistant to people and the world.

took Ruan Qianya back to the hotel, Jing Yihong wanted to put her on the bed, but Ruan Qianya grabbed his body with all fours and refused to let go of the bed: "It's so high, it will fall."

Jing Yihong was amused by her matter-of-fact tone, "It's not high, you try." ”

"Don't dare." Ruan Qianya's voice was very serious.

Jing Yihong was helpless, so he had to turn sideways and put Ruan Qianya on the bed.

At the moment when he fell on the bed, his body suddenly lost weightless, and Ruan Qianya both fell on the soft big bed.

Ruan Qianya snorted.

Jing Yihong realized that the moment she fell, she accidentally overwhelmed Ruan Qianya, crushing her, and immediately turned over and hugged her in her arms and comforted her apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to......"

Ruan Qianya didn't speak, lying quietly in Jing Yihong's arms, only two dark eyes kept blinking.

Jing Yihong couldn't help but look at her.

After being drunk, Ruan Qianya was a well-behaved mess, her cheeks were red, and her eyes were a little confused, like a kindergarten child who had lost herself with her parents.

As if sensing that Jing Yihong was looking at herself, Ruan Qianya also raised her head, and at the moment when she met his eyes, Ruan Qianya suddenly heard a small voice in her heart saying, "He is an enemy."

But soon, the small voice was diluted and drowned by the tenderness in Jing Yihong's eyes.

Ruan Qianya blinked her eyes and looked at Jing Yihong motionlessly.

Her clear eyes were filled with a clean, pure mist, and her long eyelashes fluttered like the wings of some kind of insect.

Jing Yihong was a little emotional, nephrite was warm and fragrant in her arms, and her nose was full of the sweet breath on her body, which stained Jing Yihong's eyes.

He turned over, pressed Ruan Qianya under him, and called in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Qianya."

Ruan Qianya looked at him steadily, only her eyelashes fanned slightly.

Jing Yihong couldn't hide his feelings, he had been restrained for too long.

Watching his lover shuttle back and forth in front of his eyes every day, but seeing himself as an enemy, that kind of pain can only be experienced by experiencing it firsthand.

Now that he finally had the opportunity to get close to her, if he didn't do anything else, he wouldn't do anything about it.

Jing Yihong hugged Ruan Qianya's body tightly, as if she wanted to embed her in her blood and become one with herself.

His kiss gently fell on Ruan Qianya's fair and delicate face.

Ruan Qianya did not refuse, her eyes stared at the ceiling blankly, a thin layer of mist was faintly covered under her eyes, and her body was as stiff as a corpse.

Her mind was a little clear, but in an instant there was a little confusion.

For a moment, she couldn't tell what she was doing.

Jing Yihong was almost forgetful, he didn't notice Ruan Qianya's abnormality.

His hand slipped to Ruan Qianya's waist, and he was about to take off her coat when he suddenly heard her suppressed cry.

Jing Yihong stiffened, looked up at Ruan Qianya, and realized that she had burst into tears at some point.

She choked up a little, her face was already wet with tears, and her eyes and the tip of her nose were red, which was extremely distressing.

At first, Ruan Qianya's cry was low, forbearant and suppressed, but soon under the gaze of Jing Yihong's heart-wrenching gaze, her cry could no longer be restrained and turned into a silent cry.