In order to win that little favor, I could only drink as hard as I could.

At the end of the day, no matter how good he is, he will inevitably get drunk.

Fortunately, he is still sane and can walk steadily.

Song Wanyue helped him back to the room.

But he stopped in front of the cabinet full of dolls and refused to go any further.

The eyes were deep and I looked at it for a long, long time.

I don't know if it was my own delusion, but at that moment, in Song Wanyue's view, Duan Baiting seemed to have fallen into a deep contemplation of memories.

Song Wanyue called his name softly, trying to make sure he was still awake.

Probably not breathing well after being drunk, he raised his hand and pulled loosening his tie.

Looking at each doll from top to bottom.

He was thinking.

Think about when you gave away the dolls and why you made them up.

To find a valid reason, give her a gift.

At that time, she was always complaining to him on the phone about how hard it was to buy this little thing.

Limited editions, not only limit the quantity, but also limit the region.

It was really hard to buy, and he spent 20 times more than 20 times the price on the market, and it took him more than a month to find someone to buy a complete set.

But he only gave her one at a time.

He also had selfish intentions, wanting that after all the gifts were gone, she would remember him for a while longer.

The night when I decided to return home to see her was as strong a wind as it is today.

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes slightly.

The throat eroded by alcohol is coarse and hoarse.

"Song Wanyue."

She was stunned and looked up at him.

I was stunned for a moment.

His eyes were slightly red, and he was probably drunk.

Many times, Song Wanyue felt that what she liked the most was his appearance.

Everyone says that the appearance is just a stinky skin, and the appearance will grow old.

The most important thing is the inside.

But some people are like this, the skin is easy to see, and the inside can be ignored.

He lowered his head, his chin resting on her shoulder.

A low voice was in her ears, and Song Wanyue felt her eardrums be slightly numb.

"Song Wanyue, I didn't tell you."

Chapter 49

Song Wanyue was sure that she was sick, otherwise how could her heart throb because of a hug.

is no longer free to tease him on weekdays.

Once Duan Baiting takes the initiative, he can always grasp the leading power with ease.

It wasn't until this moment that Song Wanyue saw the gap between her and Duan Baiting.

His palms were so large that they could easily wrap around her waist.

He spoke in a low tone, and his voice was hoarse and magnetic.

Breathe softly at the side of her neck, the warmth of the breath tingling her whole body.

Song Wanyue seemed to be bound by invisible ropes.

The words were scattered: "No...... Didn't tell me anything? ”

He let out a short chuckle in his throat and left her shoulder.

Fingers were drawn on her slender neck: "Do you care?" ”

Even the flirting after being drunk is full of coldness.

Song Wanyue didn't understand what he was talking about, so she replied without thinking, "I care." ”

He looked at her deeply and suddenly smiled.

He let go of his hand, walked to the window and lit a cigarette.

"Do you think you're smart enough to trick me every time?"

Duan Baiting's voice was silent in the boundless night, and he held a cigarette and looked at her with his eyes narrowed.

Song Wanyue glimpsed into his eyes, and the only remaining bit of drunkenness vanished.

He was an extremely sane man, and even when he was drunk, he was able to quickly bring himself back to his senses.

It can give people a sense of security, but it can also give people a sense of fear.

Song Wanyue was inexplicably a little weak-hearted.

He didn't believe a word of what he had been fooled about.

She is also self-righteous and thinks that her acting skills are superb.

"Then how do you ......?"

Not poking every time.

He smiled and dusted off his cigarette ashes: "There is no shortage of people in the world who cover their eyes and pretend to be blind. ”

When Song Wanyue savored the meaning of these words, he turned around and stood lazily against the window.

"Song Wanyue, I looked for you."

A sentence without a beginning or an end, her face was full of doubts.

"What?"

But he didn't speak anymore, just smoked silently.

The faint smell of tobacco had long since dissipated, and it did not stain Song Wanyue to the halfest.

He was far away from her.

Until a cigarette was finished, no one spoke.

Song Wan thought, sure enough, drunk people are easy to emo.

Shouldn't she go up and hug him and give him a little comfort?

But he looked cold, and she didn't dare.

So the two sides were at a stalemate, one standing by the window and the other sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

She wondered how she could break the silence.

There was finally a noise in the room, and it was Duan Baiting walking towards her.

She was still dazed, her chin left her knees, and she looked up.

Duan Baiting came to her, and his tall figure occupied all her sight.

He was pressed against her, his hands wandering in an irregular manner.

Song Wanyue was teased until she was out of breath: "Duan Baiting." ”

He walked away from her chest and looked at her with a pair of cold eyes.

Song Wanyue realized that he was not sober at all.

It's just that this man is too wary and is wary of everyone.

Even if you are drunk, you don't want to show half of your weakness.

Song Wanyue reached out and touched his face.

She was wearing a white knitted underneath, and the buttons on her chest had been violently ripped open by him just now.

Duan Baiting propped himself on her side with one hand and looked at her with lowered eyes.

Even if he doesn't say a word, it gives people a sense of oppression that they dare not look at him.

Song Wanyue often thought that if he hadn't married herself, how bleak his old age would have been.

With his restrained and introverted character, a few people can stand it.

She smiled and kissed him on the lips.

"You're drunk, and not lightly." She asserted.

He was silent, his gaze still calm.

A moment later, without the slightest effort, he tore the last fig leaf off her body.

Song Wanyue climbed on his shoulder and took the initiative to stick it on him.

His shoulders were broad, but his waist was thin and narrow.

It's a very sexy inverted triangle body.

She reached out to undress him, saying it would be fair.

But he reached for his cold metal belt buckle.

Duan Baiting looked down and watched her unravel it not very skillfully.