He chuckled in his throat and lowered his head against her forehead: "Will you continue to be angry with me?" ”

Song Wanyue asked rhetorically: "Then will you lie to me in the future?" ”

"No, I haven't lied to you before." After a pause, he added, "Except for the wrong email." ”

"I don't believe it, you answer me two questions first."

She pulled away from his arms and sat down on his lap.

Duan Baiting was hot by her dry throat, and silently suppressed the □□ that was about to come out of his eyes.

The tone is gentle and patient, like coaxing a child.

"Okay, you ask."

She tried to see him clearly, but her drunken eyes couldn't focus.

After trying a few times, his eyes were blurry.

"Who is the best-looking in the world?"

He stroked her gently: "Song Wanyue." ”

"And who do you love the most?" The little girl gestured, lowered her head and pursed her lips, and was about to fall asleep.

said that he was angry with him, but he couldn't help but hug him and stick it.

Face rubbed against his face, softly warming his body, filling his arms.

His hollow heart filled with her.

"I've said it now, will you forget when you wake up?"

She nodded, her voice weak: "Will forget." ”

Duan Baiting smiled and called her name: "Song Wanyue." ”

Before she fell asleep completely, she barely mustered up her energy and looked up at him: "What's wrong?" ”

She looked ignorant, completely unaware that he was answering her last question.

"Sleep." Duan Baiting hugged her and pressed her back into his arms.

She struggled for a while, but without success, so she simply lay down as she was encountered.

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Duan Baiting made soup for Ai Hand Wash His Hands early in the morning, and Song Wanyue's waking point was very delicate.

I happened to hear the conversation between Aunt Qin and Xiaohuan, saying that when Song Wanyue was picked up by Duan Baiting last night, she had been drunk and crazy, hugged him and kissed him, and had to take off his pants.

Xiaohuan's face was frightened, and he talked to Aunt Qin about the ins and outs.

As an eyewitness, she didn't even dare to blink her eyes, for fear of missing something important.

The gentleman couldn't stop her, and she was crying if she didn't let her take it off. In the end, the gentleman had no choice, and finally ......"

She couldn't speak, "I finally carried her back to the room." ”

Aunt Qin didn't know what she said, and the movement outside gradually fell.

Song Wanyue's face was like ashes.

Squatting slowly with his back against the door.

All those humiliating images came to her mind.

Chapter 54

Song Wanyue felt that she couldn't live anymore, why was she seen drunk and crazy.

Most importantly, those scenes are vivid.

In the past, when I was drunk, I would break off, but this time I drank too little, and I was in a state of being half-drunk, but I should remember it all. What shouldn't be remembered is slowly being remembered.

She didn't dare to go out and cowered behind the door.

Even though Aunt Qin and Xiaohuan were already gone, their voices could not be heard.

But she still didn't have the face to go out.

Until someone came and knocked on the door, she leaned against her body and did not allow the other person to come in.

Thinking that it was Aunt Qin who came to call her to eat, she stammered and refused: "I...... I'm not hungry. ”

"Hmm." The man's voice was low, and through the door, part of it was filtered out, but it didn't have the cold feeling of the past, "I cooked you a decanting soup, drink a little."

It was actually Duan Baiting.

She'd rather be Aunt Qin outside.

"No, you don't." Refused without hesitation.

It was quiet for a few seconds, and there were no footsteps, indicating that he had not left.

Song Wanyue didn't dare to relax for a moment, for fear that he would push open the door and come in without authorization.

Fortunately, Duan Baiting has an excellent upbringing in this area and respects the privacy and wishes of others.

If she doesn't nod, he won't trespass.

"If you don't drink sobering soup, your head will hurt."

His voice was soft, as if to persuade her.

After his reminder, Song Wanyue realized that her head seemed to hurt a little.

And it was accompanied by an untenable feeling of vertigo.

It seems that although the alcohol is not high, the stamina is quite large.

I don't know how long it took to be deadlocked, and in the end, there was no doubt that it was Song Wanyue who compromised first.

She asked herself if her temper was quite stubborn, but Duan Baiting was no longer within the scope of stubbornness.

If he can't achieve his goal, even if he keeps consuming, he doesn't mind.

Beneath this man's rational and calm appearance, there is also a little-known paranoid side.

Perhaps it was because of his terrible self-control that he became a reliable adult even without the control of his parents.

Song Wanyue knew in her heart that she couldn't resist him, so she finally opened the door.

The decanting soup was still steaming, and he glanced down at her.

The silk nightdress fit softly against her delicate body, her long hair was messy, and her cheeks were a little red.

I think I heard something, or remembered something.

After Duan Baiting walked into the room, he handed her the bowl and soup spoon together: "Drink slowly, it's still hot." ”

She nodded, sat down in her chair, took a small sip, and frowned.

She had always found the decanting soup to taste strange.

After taking a deep breath, I drank it all in one go.

Duan Baiting stood against the table, wearing a dark gray shirt and trousers, with meticulous abstinence.

The sharp lines of his face made him look particularly cold.

But the eyebrows that looked at her were calm and calm.

Like a cedar on an extremely cold day.

Memories of being drunk came into her mind in pieces.

At this time, the deity appeared in front of her, which accelerated the progress of her memories.

The flush on her cheeks widened, and she lowered her head, lifted the empty bowl and pretended to drink the rest of the soup.

In fact, he wanted to cover his face with the edge of the bowl.

lest it be seen.

But she didn't know that while she was resisting him, her own vision was also blocked.

So she couldn't see the imperceptible chuckle under Duan Baiting's calm face.

He walked over and took the empty bowl from her hand: "What are you going to do with it when you're done drinking?" ”

Song Wanyue turned her face away: "You don't care about me." ”

It's still a gambling tone.

Duan Baiting put down the bowl, half-squatted in front of her, and looked up at her.

This is a very surrendering action, made by him, and it is unstoppable.

He was much taller than her, and he usually spoke with his eyes down.

With a bit of top-down nonchalance.

It's as if the king of the jungle is examining his prey. And she, the beautiful but delicate rabbit, can only be sheltered by his intimidation and oppression.

When he wears a suit, he always gives people a sense of solemnity and holiness, like a statue of a god in a church.

But this statue made such a gesture of surrender in front of her at this time.

His hands are white and slender, his joints are distinct, and his metacarpal bones are broad. She can easily wrap her entire hand in the palm of her hand.

Song Wanyue lowered her head, feeling the tip of her heart tremble under his touch.

"We said it yesterday, you don't have to go back." His voice was crisp and beautiful.

fell on Song Wanyue's ears and brought her back to her senses. She opened her lips slightly, and subconsciously replied: "When?" ”

He repeated the timing of the words: "Yesterday. ”

After a while, he added with a smile, "You also said that you love me." ”

He smiled with ease, and he was strategizing calmly. Song Wanyue remembered her aggrieved murmur when she was drunk.