As time flashed through He Jichen's brain, his mind was instantly pulled back to four years ago.

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On that day, it was a weekend, there were no classes in the afternoon and evening, and with the permission of the class teacher, the class committee organized a dinner party for the end of the high school career.

At first, when the teacher was there, no one was drinking, and as soon as the teacher left, a few boys in the class beckoned the waiter to serve several cases of beer.

The parting is imminent, it is inevitable that it is a little sad, and the classmates in the room have tacit understanding, and everyone's cup is full of wine.

That day, everyone forgot all the unpleasantness that had happened in the past three years, chatted well, and the wine in the glass went quickly, and in the end, almost everyone drank too much, including him.

The boys in the class were obviously drunk, but they were still drinking the whole bottle of wine.

He was a little dizzy, afraid that he would really drink it after drinking, so he made an excuse and left the box and went to the bathroom.

After washing his face and becoming a little more conscious, he stood in the corridor, touched a cigarette, and just wanted to light it, he saw Ji Yi staggering out of the women's bathroom.

He pressed the lighter, and before he could speak to her, she smiled brightly at him, and then trotted in front of him.

She was obviously drunk, she couldn't stand steadily, her body was shaking, he was afraid that she would fall, so he stretched out his hand and helped her in time.

Steady herself, standing on tiptoe, tried to put her face in front of his face, looked at him seriously for a while, as if she recognized who he was, and then grinned at him stupidly.

Laughing and laughing, she burped, and then shouted the word "congratulations" in a vague voice, and fell into his arms, without moving.

He knew she was drunk.

Upstairs in the restaurant, he casually greeted a waiter and asked him to help open a room, and then took the room card and carried her upstairs.

He put her on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and wanted to leave, but she was so drunk that she reached out and put her arms around his neck.

He tugged at her arm several times, but it didn't come off, he was afraid of hurting her, but he didn't dare to use force, or rather, it was the first time he had ever been so close to her, and he gave up breaking free with a touch of selfishness.

He just became an adult, and he really didn't think about her as an adult.

He thought that he and she were at best neatly dressed and lay in the same bed all night.

But after all, he still underestimated her attraction to him and overestimated his self-control over her.

How exactly it started, he also drank a little too much, and he couldn't remember it clearly.

Maybe he took the initiative to put his hand on her neck and rub it slowly, or maybe she took the initiative to stretch her hand to his waist first, or maybe he and she both did something to each other at the same time.

All in all, by the time he reacted, his and hers' clothes had already faded clean.

At that moment, looking at her bare and white skin, where there was still a little bit of sanity, he almost didn't hesitate, he lowered his head and blocked her lips fiercely.

He and she were quiet until he broke into her body, and she let out a low cry of pain because of the pain.