Before leaving the table, Lin Beiwang's voice whispered in her ear, "The choice is yours, come to me when you think about it."

At that time, Gu Yingqing's nerves seemed to be still resonating with the strings of the guitar.

People are drunk, and their heartbeats follow the drums of the drum kit, knock, knock......

Her head was dizzy, but her body was light, and there was noise, music, and laughter around her, which overshadowed all her worries and hesitations.

Refreshing.

Lin Beiwang sang the song, unrestrained and rough, and his desire was not hidden, and it was clearly written on his face.

She thought to herself, why not?

Didn't that start with that person in the first place?

From the lively field, back to the quiet room, the mood seems to be swinging from the high air like a valley bottom.

A sense of loneliness arises spontaneously.

Why would she let herself be alone for someone else?

In the heat of the moment, she craves dopamine that can make her happy in any form that arises.

Gu Yingqing didn't seem to be himself anymore, his feet were not feet, his hands were not hands, and his fingertips were numb with excitement driven by emotion.

The rooms here are all in the style of a holiday home, with the front door and the back yard passable, and the detached buildings stand among the large expanses of lush plants, with rustling trees, swaying leaves, and low shrubs, growing along the road.

She remembered that Lin Beiwang was next door to her, and the shuttle bus took her first, and then stopped in front of the building on the left back.

She walked past the backyard.

The floor lamp was dim, Gu Yingqing walked lightly, humming a song indistinctly: "Don't miss you anymore, don't love you anymore, let time fly quietly, erase the memories of the two of us, about your name......

She stepped on the stairs at the door of Lin Beiwang's house, reached out and rang the bell.

The night was dark and the lights were dim, and she was already feeling a little drunk, and she suddenly felt nervous, causing the scene in front of her to become blurry.

Gu Yingqing propped up the wall next to the door, closed his eyes and relaxed, waiting for someone to open the door.

She reached out and pulled her hair back to her shoulders, forgetting to put on her coat, exposing her collarbones and waiting for the cold air to soak into the pores of her skin.

Gu Yingqing shuddered.

The next moment, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her up with one hand—

Gu Yingqing's eyes widened, and she instinctively screamed in fright, and the man raised his hand to cover her mouth in time.

Her voice, along with her breathing, was muffled in her nose and in the palm of his hand.

The familiar temperature of his palm, the strength of his arm, is too familiar.

Gu Yingqing began to struggle and kick her feet, but she was trapped from behind, and as soon as she breathed and kicked, she kicked the air.

She was dragged to a dark place on the side of the building, and her body was pressed against the cool wall.

Cheng Yuesheng deceived him and whispered, "Have you had enough?"

Gu Yingqing opened his mouth to gasp, but he felt that his throat was blocked, his heart was rumbling, and he was shocked: "Let go of my ......"

"Have you had enough?" Cheng Yuesheng laughed in his voice, his tone seemed to be coaxing, and finally his forehead was pressed against hers, and he asked dangerously, "Huh?"

Gu Yingqing pressed the back of her head against the wall, unable to hide, sensing the dangerous aura transmitted from his body, coupled with the long-lost physical contact that made her tremble, she only knew that she was breathing rapidly and staring at the tip of his nose that was close at hand.

"If I cooperate with you to act, you are really dressed up?"

Gu Yingqing's leg was also held against him, and she felt a sense of powerlessness that she was desperate, and her eyelids lifted: "What's the matter!"

After speaking, he twisted his body, annoyed and angry, and wanted to cry.

Cheng Yuesheng asked her, "You went in if I didn't come?"

"Yes."

"What are you doing in there?"

Gu Yingqing turned his head to the side and said calmly, "In the middle of the night, of course, it's sleeping, what else can you do?"

Cheng Yuesheng didn't say anything, his breath was heavy, he looked extremely angry, and he was trying to restrain himself.

The door opened, and both of them heard it.

Cheng Yuesheng noticed that she was holding her breath, as if an invisible ear was erected vigilantly.

"You like to play games, don't you?" He pecked her lips and kicked the stones on the side of the road to make a noise.

Gu Yingqing's soft chest contracted and expanded with his breathing, but the undulating arc was suppressed by someone with an indestructible momentum.