What a dangerous thing it is to be with a man who has lost his mind.

Feng Feng endured the smell of alcohol on the end of his nose, but he became more and more sober - how can he get rid of a madman? No, no, no, no, absolutely not like that.

He suddenly reached out and turned off the lamp.

The room was completely dark.

His voice was tender like water: "Xiaofeng ......"

However, it was only gentle and delicate, and there was no crazy behavior, like a man who was about to drown, and finally grabbed a piece of driftwood, so he clung to it, but besides, there was nothing wrong with it.

However, Feng Feng was unwilling to accept even this insignificant ambiguity - she still pushed him desperately: "Get out of the way...... Ye Jia, don't pretend to be crazy anymore. I warn you, if you do that, I'm not going to be kind to you......"

However, he turned a deaf ear to the threat, did not care, on the contrary, felt in his ears that the familiar sound was almost like a fairy, fluttering, so comfortable—it was the feeling of a person who had finally found his familiar old past......

In particular, the mother died in vain, the father disappeared, and the family was in danger...... Thousands of pressures, unsolvable knots and confusions, and faint fears...... He couldn't find anyone to understand or sympathize with all of this except her......

He's just walking alone on the road for too long and lonely.

Now, he needs companions.

As she got used to the dark light, she could even faintly see the familiar look in his eyes. The gentle taste, the domineering confinement, as if it was the first time that the two of them were together without personnel.

"Ye Jia, are you crazy?"

Feng Feng pushed him desperately, but after only pushing for a while, he saw Ye Jia's body limping to the side, whirring, and he was actually asleep.

He was too drunk and too tired.

All this is just the last madness, the last tiredness.

Only then did Feng Feng understand how unreliable the "drunken disorder" often wrote in those is unreliable, unless it is "borrowing alcohol to have disorderly sex", if you are really drunk, it is impossible to "mess with sex". I can't mess up if I want to.

Just like Ye Jia is now a puddle of mud, and there is no longer the slightest threat.

She was relieved, sat up, and turned on the light.

Under the light, Ye Jia's hair was unkempt, his face was pale, his eyes were deep, and the whole person looked as haggard as if he had lost his soul. However, his whole expression was very relaxed, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had just received the supreme pleasure.

Ye Jia, he never forced himself, even in a drunken dream, he never really hurt himself.

Only then did I understand what an ascetic life he had lived in the years since they were separated, and he had never been close to a woman when he longed to be like this.

There are so many women coming and going around him, what Miss Liang, Miss Luo, and Yang Yuru ...... Which one is not the best choice?

Could it be that he has established a relationship with Yang Yuru, and he has never been?

In such an impetuous era, who is willing to guard the person after the breakup?

She looked at his drunken expression so happily, tears quietly slipped down her eyes, and she sighed: "Fool, Ye Jia, you are the biggest fool." ”

She touched his forehead, cold, not warm from alcoholism. She took the thin quilt and covered him, and was about to leave, but her hand slid down the soft, brown neck—only from here, she still vaguely retained the demeanor of the beautiful man of the past.