Chapter Twenty-Three: Reflecting the Fate That Rose (2)

I got drunk at night, drank two cans of beer, my face began to burn, Lin Che wanted to send me home, I didn't want to go, said I wanted to go to the river and lake to blow the wind, he actually took me there.

Sitting by the lake, Lin Che continued to ask me, "Shen Zhihan, what's wrong with you today?" ”

"Not really! What can I do? I laughed, looking at his beautiful face, and wanted to get closer and kiss him. But a little bit of reserved sanity tells me that I can't do that.

I also asked him, "Why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend?" "The problem of getting drunk is stupid.

"You didn't ask me!" Lin Che looked at me lightly, and I seemed to be able to see a little imperceptible sadness in his eyes.

I nodded, "I'm sorry! Are you sad then? Have you figured out how to coax her? ”

"I'm sorry for the ghost!" He raised his hand and knocked me on the head, smashing my skull with pain, "What do you want?" ”

"I think you're too unreliable, your girlfriend is angry, and you still have no conscience." I approached him with a hippie smile on my face, and then said, "But Lin Che, I always feel that you are very familiar, we have really met in our previous lives, right?" ”

Lin Che suddenly stretched out his hand and held my face, I was a little surprised that he acted like this, and then he brushed the hair on both sides of my cheek, and suddenly lowered his head and kissed me.

If you think about it carefully, the first kiss in my life was not there when I met him in a nightclub that night, but that doesn't count, the kiss at this time is just like a real kiss.

He stuck his tongue in my mouth and mingled with mine, and we both drank, the whiskey aroma mixed with wine and stout, making my head spin.

I forgot what Song Hee told me before, she said to close your eyes when kissing. I opened my eyes wide and looked at Lin Che's close face, his long eyelashes and the high bridge of his nose, and his serious and focused expression, as well as the faint smell of cigars and mint on his collar, all of which seemed to be in a dream, full of unreality. Then our tongues began to entangle violently.

At this time, I suddenly remembered Lin Che's girlfriend in my mind, and suddenly I came to my senses and pushed him away.

Lin Che looked at me fixedly for a second, frowned, and suddenly stood up from the ground very angrily, and then walked away without hesitation.

He walked very quickly, only giving me a back that was fading away. By this time it was already completely dark, and there were quite a few people walking by the river, and I was alone like a fool and sitting drunk on the lawn alone, just kissing, and being disliked.

I looked at the water by the lake and the lights on the other side, and suddenly I felt that this day was really wonderful.

Not long after Lin Che left, two second-rate people with shirtless tattoos came to me. One of them, Huang Mao, squatted in front of me, "Sister, what are you doing here alone at night?" ”

I really don't bother to look at this kind of killing Matt, "What's the matter with you?" Stay where it's cool, don't spicy my eyes here. I rolled my eyes and said calmly, but to be honest, I was so dizzy and unable to exert my strength that I was a little worried that I would fall down as soon as I got up.

"Heh, little sister, you have such a big temper. What's going on? Broken out of love? Huang Mao continued to ask.

"Lose your sister, fall out of love!" I glared at him fiercely with a fire in my belly.

Huang Mao was interested, and came directly to touch my chin with his hand, and I immediately opened his hand, "Get away from me!" Be careful I call the police! ”

But my threat doesn't seem to be anything to them at all, and it is estimated that dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, and this kind of gangster is actually quite ridiculous.

Seeing me move backwards, the other grabbed me directly from behind. I was completely frightened now, and listening to their lewd laughter, I couldn't calm down anymore. I struggled hard, but the salty pig hands held me tighter and tighter, and I vomited out and threw myself on him.

Then his hand immediately let go, he was dirty, but he looked at me and wiped his hand on his pants casually twice, still hugging me.