Tingting no longer knew how much wine she had drunk, but she remembered that the last bottle of wine had been snatched away by one hand when she raised it. She couldn't get it with all her strength, and the hands were enough to deal with her now, because it was just as she was snatching the bottle that she found that the hand that lifted it easily was no longer strong. Dizzy, she raised her head and couldn't see who the person in front of her was, but she wasn't familiar with it. Letting go of the hand of the competition, Tingting raised her hand and slapped at the person, and a very crisp voice almost attracted the eyes of everyone next to her, but she didn't know. However, after this slap, he no longer had any strength, and the whole person collapsed on the table in the bar. She didn't know how to get out of the bar door, how to get home, but maybe it was the cold wind on the way home that made her a little sober, lying on the sofa in the living room, she clearly felt that this man was peeling off her clothes one by one, not to mention that she didn't have the strength to struggle now, even if she had the strength, she didn't want to move now, and she didn't even think about why she did it, she might have to bear it. In a daze, she felt like she was in water, and there was a very warm feeling flowing through her body, which made her feel very comfortable, but a tumbling stomach made her open her mouth and vomit, and she vaguely felt an exclamation and a sigh. Slowly she felt something on her body besides the massaging sensation of the water, she actually felt that she was smiling, it was so wonderful, her eyes no longer had the slightest idea to hold on, and slowly closed。。。。。。

When she woke up the next day, she found herself sleeping peacefully in her bed, covered with a quilt and wearing a seldom-worn pajamas. When she shook her still slightly drowsy head vigorously, the events of last night came to mind little by little. The more she thought about it, the more terrifying it became, until the scene after returning home appeared in her mind, she subconsciously lifted the quilt, perhaps it was the woman's intuition that made her feel that her body had not changed, but her head was still a little swollen because of last night's alcohol.

When she got up and walked to the bathroom, she felt that something was wrong, and when she went out yesterday, it was clear that it was not like this in the kitchen, but she couldn't remember anything wrong. From the bathroom she wanted to get herself a glass of water, and when she sat down in the living room with a glass of water, she saw a note.

"I don't know what to call you, but I've been drinking alone. I knew you were going to get drunk, and I didn't drink enough even if I wanted to. It's really unfortunate to have you come back and vomit me. Fortunately, I don't care about grudges, and there is a pot of porridge in the kitchen, which is said to be helpful for hangover, so I boiled it for you without permission. I'm going back to the south early this morning, so I can't wait for you to wake up.

Finally, I have to say that girls are still more reserved, and it is easy to have an accident when you drink so much alcohol outside, but you must not think that I am a good person, but you are really a nasty drunk. ”

There is no title on the letterhead and no signature, the most obvious is that there is a beautiful hand-drawn cartoon pattern on the paper. But it's really annoying, because it looks like it was last night.,A girl in the bathtub is opening her mouth to vomit on a man next to her.,The man is drawing the back.,You can't see the expression.,But the girl's expression is simply vivid.。 If it were someone else, Tingting would think it was really good, but the person in the painting was herself, and her face turned red when she thought of it.

Who is this person, Tingting tried hard to search for that little bit of vague image in her memory, hoping to know who it was, but no matter how it accumulated, the man in the final memory was still very vague. While thinking about it, she went to the kitchen and served a small bowl of porridge, and the sweet but not greasy taste surprised her again. What kind of man is this, why did he do this, and why did he do nothing? Thinking of this, she found that her face was already red, did she actually want him to do something?

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