The night breeze cooled slightly, and my heart gradually calmed down.

After this day's events, Zuo Le suddenly understood one thing. In this world, nothing is immutable.

A series of blows and pain.

It's only temporary, and life is still moving forward. He will also be pushed forward, and these blows and injuries, pain and helplessness, will also dissipate little by little, and the beauty of life will gradually cover them.

This is what a normal life should be.

"Let's go back early."

Zuo Le felt a gentle magnetic voice ringing in his ears, and his body warmed up by the way.

Turning his head, he saw him wrapping his coat around himself.

"Thank you."

She still subconsciously said thank you.

"Still so polite?" Paragraph 1 was a little helpless and sad, his mouth was pursed, and his eyes were a little depressed.

Zuo Le realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he was a little nervous.

"I... I didn't mean that......"

"I don't blame you, don't be in such a hurry to explain. Whatever you are, I like it. The paragraph smiled, and the mood on his face changed instantly.

Zuo Le breathed a sigh of relief at this time, but he still raised his eyes to look at him several times uneasily. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, I was completely relieved.

The group returned to the hotel.

Fang Zhizhi and Zhao Yu greeted each other and went back to their rooms, almost dying of exhaustion after a recent rotation.

Zuo Le was okay, took a shower, wiped his wet hair, and turned on the computer to watch the drama.

Before he could sit down, he heard a knock at the door.

Shocked, the woman's intuition told her that it was paragraph one.

A little embarrassed, he walked softly to the door, and saw through the cat's eyes, sure enough, it was paragraph one.

He was wrapped in a nightgown and carried a tin bucket with crushed ice cubes half-hidden by a bottle of wine.

"Knock knock..."

The knocking continued.

Zuo Le's heart was beating violently, his hand was on the doorknob, and his face was red to the base of his neck.

Shortness of breath, not knowing whether to open the door or not.

"I know you're outside the door, open the door. Lele..."

The paragraph outside the door was gentle, paused, and continued, "I just miss you, I want to talk to you for a while." ”

"I... It's already time to sleep. ”

Zuo Le stammered in reply. My heart was pounding, and I wanted to stop in the next second.

"Sleep? No way... You called the waiter five minutes ago and asked the waiter to change the hair dryer. ”

“？” He knows all this? Zuo Le rolled his eyes. In desperation, he opened the door.

So, the door opened. As soon as he saw Zuo Le, whose hair was wet and scattered over his shoulders, his cheeks were pink and crimson, and his eyes were evasive and restless, he stood at the door.

On weekdays, there is a little bit of aggressiveness, a bit of stubbornness, and a bit of cute and cute Zuo Le.

At this time, everything was collected in an instant. Just stood there so obediently and quietly. made his heart surge, but his face was forced to pretend to be calm.

"I just took a shower, and it's just right... You must be thirsty, drink some wine to moisten your throat. Duan Yi swallowed his saliva first, and placed the tin bucket on the coffee table.

Magically take out two stiletto goblets.

Removed the cork from the champagne and poured two glasses of wine. The bubbles were rising and the sound of cracking was clear in the quiet room.

"I... I don't drink. ”

"Oh oh, I forgot..."

Paragraph 1 was a little nervous and placed the wine glass on the table.

"That's... Would you like some juice? ”

Shaking his head, Zuo Le raised his eyes and looked at him with a pair of dark eyes, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"I... I ......"

The paragraphs were dumbfounded, and I didn't know how to answer.

To put it bluntly, it's too beastly. Don't say it, do you just keep falling in love with each other? It's too embarrassing.

There is no male protagonist in the novel who is so sad as himself, and there has been no more intimate progress for so long.

"Don't you want me to stay with you at night?"

The mouth is pouted, and the eyebrows are drooped. The expression instantly became aggrieved.

Zuo Le was stunned, he didn't expect him to say this.

"It's not..."

"Then you're just saying yes."

Instantly overjoyed, paragraph one had already gone to bed happily.

"Don't worry, I've cleared my name."

“……”

Zuo Le's eyes widened.

Seeing that he had already gone to bed, if he proposed to sleep on the sofa at this time, it would be too faceless. But in the end, he was not ready, and he was scared in his heart, and reviewed it with the poor knowledge that he did not have abundant.

is still red-faced, red-eared, and uneasy.

His eyes flickered slightly, and fell on the bubbling champagne.

"I'll come when I'm done blowing my hair."

With that, he pulled out the champagne from the tin bucket. When he went to blow his hair, the sound of the hair dryer was muffled, and Zuo Le leaned his neck and drained most of the cup.

When he felt the dizzy feeling slowly rising from his stomach, Zuo Le felt as if he had an invisible courage.

When she arrived in the room, Paragraph One was already anxiously waiting, building up her mind. Something has to happen tonight...

But with her cheeks flushed, she walked to the bed, and was greeted by a burst of alcohol. Paragraph 1: I know that something is wrong...

The lights in the room were dim, and Zuo Le's eyes were a little dizzy and he couldn't see clearly. The soles of his feet were weak and weak, and he took a few steps. One stumbled and happened to fall on the bed.

Paragraph one hurriedly went to hug, the drunk man was unconscious, and when he fell down. Paragraph 1 almost spurted a mouthful of old blood from his chest.

"Lele..."

shouted helplessly, and the paragraph rolled his eyes, struggling in pain.

Where did Zuo Le know that he was in his stomach with half a bottle of wine and champagne. I lost consciousness...

It was a wonderful night. Wonderful everything, the next morning, the paragraph a gang of Zuo Le recalled.

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The next day, Zuo Le felt as if his eyes had been dripped with 520 glue.

It took me a lot of struggles to open my eyes and look around. Find yourself on the couch. How on the couch?

Suddenly I remembered that last night's paragraph came as soon as it came.

Reaching out and touching the clothes, the bathrobe was still there. However, his body felt as if he had been crushed, and his whole body ached.

Could it be that you... Lost last night?

I wailed in my heart, although it was expected. But somehow, there is no other feeling or memory at all.

Getting up from the sofa, Zuo Le saw that the room was messy and messy.

There was a large pile of torn toilet paper scattered on the floor, and graffiti painted on lipstick was on the walls. The bed is also unfortunately free... The point is that the passage is lying in bed, snoring and sleeping...

When he looked closer, his eyes were dark and he was sleeping deeply.

I can't bear to wake up, and I can't believe that I did all this.

Zuo Le tiptoed to slip away... Avoid waking up and being embarrassed.

But she took off her bathrobe and was about to put on a sweater. Behind him, a faint and resentful voice sounded.

"Want to slip away?"

The voice is dangerous, with a bit of gloom.

Zuo Le was shocked and trembled all over. When I turned around, it was a grinning face.

"Hey, hey... Last night, I drank too much. Not sure what happened. He hurriedly waved his hand, wanting to dissociate the mess in the house from himself.