The stars and moon are high, the night breeze is finally a little cool, and the insects are crisp and pleasant, perhaps only at this time, can the last days throw away its hideous coat and sleep quietly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The taunting lights were like a pair of sleepy eyes, bringing a little warmth to this cold, flesh and reinforced concrete world.

Fireflies fly, they are the freest of life, even if their tailgic is only for a moment.

Angelil gently stretched out her hand, and in the faint light of the fireflies, her skin seemed to be the smoothest creamy in the world, perfect and flawless.

A firefly landed lightly on her fingertips, the firefly spread its wings, fell down accidentally, and then like a panicked kitten, desperately instigated its wings to go away.

Angelil smiled suddenly, like a child. Her cheeks were flushed, red like begonias.

Van sat silently beside her, on the roof.

Angelil stayed longer than usual, and to be exact, she hadn't left all day.

She drank most of the wine by herself, and the scattered bottles were scattered everywhere.

Van did not persuade her, since she wanted this, she liked this, then she did not have any reason to dissuade her.

What's more, now he doesn't have the ability to stop her.

"A lot of times I wonder if it would be more liberating to be a firefly." Angelil tilted her head slightly, and there was an extremely obvious smell of wine in her lightly raised cherry lips.

"They don't have families, they don't be tied down, they go wherever they want, just like you." Angelil tapped Fan's cheek with her finger coquettishly, she did drink a little too much.

"Nothing can live unfettered, and so am I." Van shook his head slightly.

"But at least you can make whatever decision you want, don't you? And me? I could only be bound by the rules and regulations of my family, and I had no choice at all. Angelil shook her body slightly, the alcohol had confused her mind, but she liked it.

"Everyone has the right to choose, and I used to think I didn't. It's just that any choice has a price, Angelil, and now I am bearing the price I should bear. ”

"Hey, hey." Angelil suddenly smiled innocently, "This is the first time you've called me by my name." ”

She kept shaking her body, and finally fell headlong into Fan's arms.

"You're cuter like this. Why did you keep a cold face on me before? She smiled and stroked Fan's cheek with her right hand, and the power of alcohol was fully exercised.

Van frowned slightly, trying to push Angelil out of his arms, but at this time, he had long lost the strength needed to achieve this goal. So he only tried a few times, and without getting any gains, he had to choose to give up.

"Hey, do you hate me that much?" Angelil lifted her delicate, burgundy face, and at such close proximity that the two of them almost pressed their cheeks together.

"You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" Angelil waved her hand, "What about you, do you hate me so much?" ”

"You're really drunk." Brahman replied.

Angelil looked at Fan's side face in a daze, and suddenly smiled bitterly, "Maybe...... But I like the feeling. ”

"Drinking is not a good habit." Fan said lightly.

"Who says I like to get drunk? What I like is you, the feeling of being with you. Angelyl was drunk.

Van was somewhat expressionless, indifferent to Angelil's straightforward expression.

However, to his surprise, a warm red lip suddenly came to his mouth!

Van instinctively wanted to push her away, but Angelil's hands were like iron tongs, and he was not allowed to move the slightest!

The power of alcohol is great, it can free man from cold defenses, and in order of reason, ignite a sensual fire. The spark was enough to start a prairie fire, and under the flames of alcohol, Van suddenly hugged Angelil even more savagely, using all his strength.

Desire has always been there, and no one is an exception, in the long-term rational suppression, under the coldness of breaking through the imprisonment, it is a passion unimaginable to mortals.

Angelil fell, completely fell, in the alcohol that filled Vanna with his body smell.

Crazy alcohol burns with unbridled desire, and Angelil leaves behind her reserve, the family concept that restricts her freedom.

She was willing to give herself up like that, even if the man didn't love her. Maybe from tomorrow onwards, she may never have the chance to see him again, and she may not even have the right to make any choices.

What awaits her may be the most tragic fate.

So she was willing to do so, she didn't want her life to leave anything worth remembering her, she would rather leave behind all the things that bound her at this moment, and follow her heart and go crazy.

She likes Van , although she doesn't know if love has been derived.

From the moment Van rescued her from the digger's fangs, his coldness and strength, as well as his furious anger and generous back, took root in her heart forever.

Like all maidens, Angelil had fantasized about her significant other, but when Van squeezed into her heart in such a savage and unaesthetic way, from that moment on, her eyes could no longer contain any other man.

The time with Fan is always so good, that strong sense of security, as if I am relying on a towering mountain, a mountain that no one can cross.

Even if Fan's indifference and incomprehensibility would make her feel mad, but I don't know why, the more indifferent Fan, the deeper she likes it.

She liked everything about this man, whether it was good or bad, maybe it was love, Angelil couldn't be sure, because it came like a gust of wind, for no reason, without roots.

She was more like an indomitable leap into a cold flame, burning to ashes or freezing forever, which may have been her predetermined fate, but she had no regrets. She admits that part of it is the power of alcohol, but more of it, the power that she follows completely, comes from her heart.

Angelil hugged Van tightly, pain and pleasure sharing her body, and the two were inseparable on this quiet and secluded starry night.

I don't know how long it took, but it was so long that sweat soaked every inch of their skin, leaving every inch of their due memory.

"Will you remember me?" Angelil hugged Fan's body tightly and suddenly cried.

"Don't answer." She then gently covered Fan's mouth, "I'm willing to let myself deceive myself. ”

Indulgence is followed by oppressive silence, and alcohol can make people leave problems behind, but it will never solve them.

"Forget about me, starting tomorrow." Angelil murmured softly, and suddenly clenched a pitch-black short knife that arrived in her hand at some point!