Chapter Seventy-Three: Confessing the Wrong Man

Chen Xiao ordered a few songs, Jiang Chenyi was quietly drinking wine in the corner, there were four or five wine bottles under the table, Jiang Chenyi's face was red, and he was still drinking.

"Jiang Chenyi, why do you drink so much."

"Leave me alone." Jiang Chenyi stood up and walked out the door, I followed closely behind, he washed his face and wiped the water droplets on his face with his sleeve.

"Jiang Chenyi, what's wrong with you." He looked at me condescendingly, his hands on the wall, and pressed me against the corner, the faint mint smell of his body had been completely muffled by the smell of alcohol.

"I've liked you for almost six years, and I never thought you'd like me, but I don't know what's wrong with me, I just can't control the pain here." He pointed to the position of the heart, one hand tightly wrapped around my waist, the other hand pressed my head, the body turned back, I was blocked by him in the corner, Jiang Chenyi lowered his head, pressed my lips hard, because he was unprepared, his tongue took advantage of the weakness to reach into my mouth, a faint smell of alcohol came to my nose, I pushed him away, but he didn't let go of me at all. He's skinny, but he's stronger than mine. In desperation, I bit his tongue, and he was in pain and let me go.

"Jiang Chenyi, you recognized the wrong person." I didn't dare look at him, tears swirled in my eyes, and I kept blinking to keep the tears coming.

"I didn't."

He said a few words in a daze, I ignored him, and I turned away from there. It was raining lightly outside, I went to Sister Yuran's house, I didn't tell Sister Yuran about Jiang Chenyi kissing me, Sister Yuran knew that I didn't want to say, she didn't ask much, we talked until late that day before going to bed.

———————— Ziqian and Huixue————————

Huixue wanted to go back to her house, but before she could take a few steps, it started to rain outside.

"It's raining."

"Go to my house, my house is close to here."

"I don't want to, I have to go back to my house." She didn't speak again, Huixue walked forward, she felt a heat in her waist, and Ziqian hugged Huixue.

"What are you doing?"

"Go home." After all, the previous home was much closer than Huixue's house, and Ziqian still didn't say a word.

"You let me down, so that others can see how bad it is, and the rain is not heavy."

"How many people can there be at this time now, although the rain is not heavy, your clothes are wet, so it is easy to catch a cold." In this way, Ziqian took Huixue back to his house.

Ziqian's home is still the same as before, all of them are the same as in Huixue's memory.

"Go take a shower and change your clothes, your clothes are still in their original places." Hui Xue walked upstairs and opened the wardrobe, the clothes in the wardrobe were neatly folded, and there were a few new clothes, and the tags and trademarks had not been removed. Hui Xue came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and changing her clothes, and observed the room, everything was in place, even the toothbrush and cosmetics that Hui Xue used before were still kept. Although they were all kept, everything was spotlessly clean.