"Sorry, I couldn't help myself." He looked calm, but he was very nervous inside. Seeing that she only blushed but was not angry, he felt a little calmer again, "I'm going back, just treat it as a goodbye kiss.
?”
"Um……"
He stood up and stood at the door, with a deep feeling of reluctance in his heart - his eyes swept over her lips, and the taste was repaid once... It was becoming more and more fascinating, but he still said what he wanted to say
: "Yujun, see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow." Xu Wanqing didn't dare to look at him. She couldn't tell what kind of mood she felt toward this man. However, tonight seemed to have given him too much hope, and she didn't know whether
Whether I could bear his deep feelings, I was immediately confused.
Until Zou Yelei walked far away, she still stood by the door in a daze. She heard a faint sound of breathing in her ears. At the same time, a strong smell of alcohol hit her nostrils. She raised her eyes and couldn't help but feel horrified.
It's Xiao Zhuoyan again.
But, when did he appear? And when did he walk through that corridor and walk in front of him? And why did he look like this? It was simply... a monster with blood-red eyes!
How much alcohol did he drink?
His whole body was shaky, his hair was messy, his clothes were wrinkled, and there was a large watermark on his collar, like some kind of colored wine had been spilled on it, and his pants were torn at the knees.
It was a big hole covered in mud and sand. It was obvious that he had just fallen down, so it was like this.
In fact, what was even more terrifying was the look in his eyes, the look that was sharper than a knife, emanating from his red eyes. Xu Wanqing subconsciously took a step back and tried to close the door.
He seemed to see her intention, and took the first step to block her. Still staring at her, he asked fiercely: "Are you taking him home?"
The strong smell of alcohol sprayed in Xu Wanqing's nose.
She didn't want to talk to a drunkard, but he kept pressing her, "You actually took him home and let him kiss you? No, absolutely not!"
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close to him.
Xu Wanqing was in a complicated mood and didn't want to calm down anymore because she was tired of hiding herself. She wanted to push him away but couldn't.
But his intensity increased, causing her shoulder to hurt!
She shouted: "Xiao Zhuoyan, let go! Put me down!"
"I won't let go!" He stared at her, "I just won't let go!" His voice suddenly became hoarse, akin to choking, and he repeated domineeringly, "I just won't let go!"
Xu Wanqing suddenly exploded, what on earth does this man want to do?
She kicked and bit him, almost using all her strength, as if the man next to her had been her old enemy for several lifetimes.
"Why don't you let go? Bastard, Xiao Zhuoyan, you are just a bastard, the most rubbish man in the world! No! You are worse than rubbish! Do you feel uncomfortable if you don't provoke me for a day?
Bastard!...Trash, not a thing!..."
Xu Wanqing cursed indiscriminately and kept kicking and beating her hands and feet. Xiao Zhuoyan frowned and stared at her, muttering, "Why are you so noisy?"
He suddenly let go of his hand, and Xu Wanqing fell to the ground, but he pushed her to the wall, held her flailing hands tightly, and leaned over to kiss her.