Yao Zhiyue's eyelids trembled slightly, only to feel that his head seemed to be buckled with Sun Wukong's tight spell, and Tang Seng was chanting a mantra to death, and he couldn't help himself with a splitting headache.

Before she could open her eyes, the warmth of her hands and feet touching her skin shook her whole body, and the headache was immediately diverted by fear. She forced herself to open her eyes, but saw Chen Yiming's sleeping handsome face enlarged endlessly in her eyes.

The panic made her have no time to appreciate such a peerless face, as if a bomb was stuffed in her arms, Yao Zhiyue suddenly kicked Chen Yiming off the bed, pulled the blanket over her body, and cursed: "Chen Yiming, you bastard!" ”

Chen Yiming made a muffled sound of pain and rubbed it hard. I clicked my temples twice, and I obviously had a splitting headache. Yao Zhiyue's cursing made him wake up suddenly, but seeing that he quickly pulled the pillow towel to cover it, the panic on Junrong's face flashed, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Calm down!" ”

Yao Zhiyue grabbed the pillow and threw it at him, scolding excitedly: "How can you calm down? You tell me how to calm down? ”

Although she is not the kind of girl who is hopelessly conservative, she doesn't want to give a man who has a grudge against each other so confused for the first time!

Chen Yiming put on his clothes, and after calming down, he seemed to have made a lot of determination, and said in a deep voice: "What do you need me to do for you?" ”

Although he is surrounded by many girls, it has been five or six years since he had intimate skin-to-skin contact. In his cognition, or values, if he breaks through that bottom line with a girl, then he should take responsibility as a man.

Yao Zhiyue's chest rose and fell violently, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I want you to get out!" ”

Chen Yiming glanced at Yao Zhiyue in astonishment, and her expression was obviously not just talking. That resentment is deep. Into the bone marrow, his heart sank, his heart was slightly dull, and coldness instantly climbed up his eyebrows.

But seeing him put on a suit jacket, he opened his mouth but stopped talking, and walked out of Yao Zhiyue's room with heavy steps.

Yao Zhiyue's vigilance in his whole body gradually relaxed, as if he had been drained of his soul, and sat on the bed weakly, staring at the floor with empty eyes.

Suddenly, she knocked her head hard a few times, and a painful look appeared on her thin face, not knowing whether it was the pain of the cranial nerves that hit her after drinking, or the pain of not being able to accept reality.

Last night, she was drinking alone, Chen Yiming's sudden arrival made her both stunned and with a hint of joy, only to feel that something was suddenly stuffed into the empty chest, and in a trance I thought I was wrong.

Ten days have passed since my mother's funeral, and in the first two days, some neighbors who had been in close contact with my mother came to mourn, and then the house seemed to be an isolated island, and no one ever set foot on it again.

"Why are you here?" Because she hadn't spoken for a long time, Yao Zhiyue's voice was a little hoarse, "Come in." ”

Chen Yiming's eyes flashed with astonishment when he saw her, it seemed that it was less than half a month since the last time she was sent back, how did she become such a ghost in a short period of time?

The white face was pale like the skin of a vampire, and the whole person was like a living plant, which suddenly withered.

Chen Yiming entered the room and saw several empty beer cans lying crookedly on the table, and a half-drunk bottle of red wine stood out among them. He frowned, and there was no emotional temperature in his tone, "Do you eat alcohol as a meal?" ”

Yao Zhiyue's cheeks were flushed, she leaned against the edge of the table because of dizziness, and looked at Chen Yiming with a slightly drunken wry smile. Chen Yiming's heart beat twice without warning.

Yao Zhiyue poured half a glass of wine casually, handed it to Chen Yiming with the goblet she had used, and asked drunkenly, "Do you drink?" ”

Chen Yiming's brows furrowed slightly, and his sharp eyes fell silently on the wine glass in Yao Zhiyue's hand. The corners of her mouth hooked up with a hint of mockery, "I'm sorry, I've used this cup." ”

As he spoke, he was about to drink it all, but when he saw Chen Yiming hurriedly stretch out his hand from his pocket, he took the wine glass in Yao Zhiyue's hand, took a sip, frowned slightly, and said lightly: "The taste is bad." ”

Yao Zhiyue sneered, "We ordinary people can drink this kind of wine with a bad taste. ”

Chen Yiming glanced at Yao Zhiyue deeply, he couldn't see any clues on his face, and turned around and left after dropping a sentence, "Wait for me." ”

For a moment, Chen Yiming was holding a bag of delicate square boxes in his hand, and through the middle of the slit, the bottles of two bottles of red wine met Yao Zhiyue's eyes, and her misty eyes bloomed with a hint of excitement.

Yao Zhiyue took out another goblet from the wine cabinet and sat opposite Chen Yiming. Probably because her head was so light and detached from reality, whether her hatred for Chen Yiming, or her cramped and restrained, they were all gone, and the person sitting opposite her was just a person who drank together.

"When my mom was dying, I lied to her. Lie to her and say that the woman was imprisoned, put in prison. I'm telling you, actually, I—I don't want to stay here at all, and that hospital. I'm being choked and out of breath. I can't go, though, do you know why? You don't know, do you? I don't know if I'm telling you. ”

Yao Zhiyue spoke incoherently, her apricot eyes were rippling, with a sense of confusion, like a muse seductive. The singing voice of the people is fascinating.

The coldness between Chen Yiming's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be smudged under the influence of alcohol, turning into a mellow splash of ink. He quietly looked at Yao Zhiyue, who was already very drunk, and a faint pity appeared in his eyes.

Yao Zhiyue picked up the wine bottle in her hand smoothly, but after pouring it a few times, not a drop of wine came out of the bottle. With a bang, she put the empty wine bottle down angrily, and suddenly cried sadly, "No wine!" You've drunk all my wine! ”

Then the pear blossom laughed with rain, staggered to Chen Yiming's side, stretched out his hands to pinch his face, and ravaged Chen Yiming's handsome face like rubbing rice balls, "Spit it out and give it back to me, spit it out." ”

Chen Yiming's face was black, staring helplessly at Yao Zhiyue's face as white and red as a peach blossom, and he couldn't help but laugh: "You are drunk." ”

Yao Zhiyue suddenly crossed her waist and retorted indignantly: "Nonsense! I'm awake! Give the old lady a few more bottles of wine, believe it or not, the old lady will blow it to you! ”

Before the words fell, suddenly, her stomach was overturned, and then she ran to the bathroom in a panic, and instantly vomited. Chen Yiming had a worried look on his face, shook his head twice, tried to be conscious, and walked towards the bathroom.

After Yao Zhiyue vomited, she looked like a piece of soft plasticine, her upper body was propped up on the toilet, her whole body was weak, and she had a splitting headache. Chen Yiming looked at the drunk and unconscious Yao Zhiyue, bent down to pick her up horizontally, gently put her on the bed in the room, and then clumsily took off her coat and shoes.

After covering Yao Zhiyue with a blanket, Chen Yiming exhaled with relief, and when he was about to leave, a pair of slender arms tightly wrapped around his waist, only to hear Yao Zhiyue mutter: "Don't go, don't leave me alone." ”

Chen Yiming's heart softened suddenly, and he held back his drunkenness, allowing Yao Zhiyue's flushed cheeks to rub against his back through his shirt. The tingling sensation was transmitted like an electric current between the veins of his limbs.

A lust. Hope erupted from the bottom of his heart, almost drowning out his willpower to hold on to his drunkenness. He gasped and swallowed the lust in his mouth. Wang, desperately trying to break free of Yao Zhiyue's arms.

Yao Zhiyue let out an unconscious moan, her delicate brows frowned tightly, like a child who had been robbed of a toy, snatched the toy back, and although her eyes were closed, she got up from the bed, threw herself into Chen Yiming's arms, and muttered: "It's warm here, sleep here." ”

Chen Yiming's whole body seemed to be burned by a raging fire, and when his eyes touched Yao Zhiyue's ruddy and delicate thin lips, there was not much willpower left. He violently covered Yao Zhiyue's lips, and whether it was the abyss or the clear spring, he jumped down.

Yao Zhiyue was unconscious, but a hint of sweetness from her mouth made her subconsciously unable to let go, especially the domineering force seemed to be a fire, igniting her and unconsciously catering to the past.

Yao Zhiyue's response completely extinguished Chen Yiming's last trace of sobriety, like a flood that had been blocked for a long time, at the moment when the embankment broke, it was like a torrent falling from the nine heavens, pouring out.

Chen Yiming stared intently at the traffic light jumping from red to green, but his mind couldn't help but recall last night's stormy rain, until the sound of the car horn pulled him back to reality.

He frowned, stepped on the gas, and although he forced himself to concentrate on driving, his mind drifted out in twos and threes. That time, he hurried and hurried to catch up with Yao Zhiyue to see her mother for the last time.

After going back, his mind kept thinking about the picture of Yao Zhiyue crying heartbreakingly. The pain in Yao Zhiyue's heart, he knows better than anyone else.

He tried not to put himself in a desperate state of mind like Yao Zhiyue, and he also tried to make himself forget the guilt of his mother in his heart, forcing himself to be busy.

However, although he later went on a business trip abroad, he still had something in his heart! Even, Yao Zhiyue and his mother entered his dream at the same time.

The day after returning to China, he finally couldn't control himself from driving to Ancheng, he had been here once, this belonged to Yao Zhiyue's home.

During the days when he was boiling, he felt that drinking some wine would relieve his mood a little. So I took it upon myself to bring her two bottles of good wine, the original intention was just to let her drink slowly, but I didn't expect to accompany her to get drunk and do things that shouldn't have happened.

He will not shirk the responsibility he should bear. It's just that he knows too well the complicated chasm between him and Yao Zhiyue. How did two people who stood on opposite sides come together? Will he give in?

Recalling the resentment in Yao Zhiyue's eyes, Chen Yiming's heart seemed to be stung by something.