Yi Xiao didn't know how many times he looked at the time on the wall.
There was still no movement downstairs, which meant that she hadn't gone home yet.
Frowning, for a long time, he looked out the window with deep eyes. The dark night, even the moonlight was so desolate.
I can't forget the desperation revealed in her active kiss...
I can't forget the sad look on her face when she accused him of cruelty...
What's more, I can't forget how she jumped away from her like a frightened bird...
His heart was pounding, he put out the cigarette butt, and the ashes burned his hand, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
Picked up the phone and scrolled to Kuraki's number.
The night was very late and very quiet. There was only the beeping sound on the phone. After a while, the other end was finally picked up. Cangmu's voice came from the airwaves along with the harsh noise, "Brother."
Yi Xiao frowned, "Are you in a bar?"
"Well!" Cangmu almost shouted to make his voice stand out in the noisy environment, "Brother, the little girl is drunk."
"Where are you?"
"Magic Root Bar."
"I'll be right over." After being suppressed, the dark voice was still a bit anxious.
After hanging up the phone, Yi Xiao drove straight to Mogen Bar.
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Yishu felt that he was really drunk.
Because when she opened her eyes, she actually saw him - Yi Xiao...
He stood silently in the crowd, staring at her silently. Even though the bar was so noisy and noisy, it could not affect the extremely quiet temperament exuding from his body at all.
The colorful lights in the bar shone on him. They should be colorful, but why did they make him so dark? So dark that it made her feel bad...
My nose is sore, why do I have to see him even when I'm drunk?
"Brother, take her back first." Cang Mu walked to Yi Xiao's side. Both of them, with four eyes, were staring at the same person.
"Yes. Sorry to trouble you." Yi Xiao nodded lightly and walked towards Yishu. Then he approached her, and a clear tear fell down the corner of Yishu's eye without warning. "Uncle, I dreamed of you again.
..." He murmured intoxicatedly, that kind of sadness is the ultimate heartbreak.
His heart throbbed suddenly, and he murmured pityingly, "Silly girl..." Heng picked her up gently, not as cold and distant as during the day.
Cangmu looked at their departing figures quietly, wanting to say something, but he opened his lips but hesitated.
My chest feels a little astringent.
I sat down in a daze, drank a glass of whiskey in one gulp, and choked for no reason.
The bitter and astringent taste spread throughout the chest.
He cursed unhappily and stood up to leave. However, he felt that his lower body was suddenly suppressed by something.
He looked down suspiciously, and saw a chameleon crawling there. Then, he saw a dangerous situation that shocked him into a cold sweat.
That abominable chameleon actually opened its bloody mouth and was about to bite his lifeblood...
"Shit!" He cursed secretly, jumped up in surprise, and waved his hand, throwing it directly to a place one meter away.
"You...why are you so violent?!" A girl picked up the dizzy chameleon and stood one meter away, glaring at her. Even in the noisy bar, her voice was clear.
Cangmu frowned and looked intently. The girl looked familiar.
"Is it you?" The girl's eyes flashed brightly.
Do they really know each other? Cangmu couldn't help but take another look.
"You are...at the cocktail party last time..." That girl who was dressed very strangely.
"Remember?" The girl's smile was so sweet that it made her sick. The next second she saw the fainted pet in her hand, her smile gradually faded, and she flattened her mouth and said, "Violent maniac!"
Cangmu cried out, "It's the one who's violent! And it's very yellow!" Otherwise, why would you cover him in a certain place and bite him?
The girl gave him a weird look, grinned mischievously, bent over and quickly picked up his car keys, put them in her hand and tossed them a few times, "Wooden, I'll lend you your car. I'll give it a try if I meet you again someday."
Give it back to you."
Saying that, without waiting for his consent, she jumped away, turned around and got into the crowd.
"Hey..." Cangmu chased after him subconsciously. The car he drove today cannot be borrowed randomly. It is a newly modified sports car that he put a lot of effort into, and he will go to the competition tomorrow.
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In the bathroom, the thrilling sound of vomiting continued, at least for more than half an hour.
He leaned against the cold wall quietly for a long, long time...
The vomiting turned into retching, and she seemed to be vomiting out her liver.
He frowned and his eyes darkened. How much wine did the little guy drink? Why... tortured himself like this...
"Yishu, open the door and let me in." Finally unable to bear it any longer, he knocked on the door.
The sound of vomiting gradually became lighter...the sound of water rushing down the toilet...and the sound of water gargling...
"Uncle, I... feel so uncomfortable..." Yi Shu's broken and choked murmur came from inside.
His heart suffocated, and the hand he used to slam the door clenched into a fist.
"Yisu..." The deep voice was hoarse. "Can you come out and drink some sobering tea? It will... make you feel better."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was opened from the inside...
She finally came out. Her slender body was slightly curled up, and her steps were sloppy. She was extremely weak, pale, exhausted, and powerless...as if she had just walked through the gate of hell...
"Uncle..." She raised her head to look at him blankly, took a step forward, and wanted to get closer to him. Her feet gave way, but she fell down.
He trembled all over, stepped forward, and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own flesh and blood.
It's just... now, his blood and bones can no longer integrate into her...
"Fool, don't drink anymore..." He went back and forth, gently stroking the top of her head, so gentle, so tender... It was as if he was back to before...
She nestled in his arms, coveting his warmth. "Uncle, I feel uncomfortable..." She let out a drunken cry, and sure enough, he became nervous.
Daheng picked her up, lifted the sheets with one hand, and gently put her in. He stood up, but was grabbed by a pair of trembling small hands by the corner of his clothes.
"Uncle... don't leave me... don't..." Tears burst out from the corners of her eyes, and she curled up into his arms like a wounded kitten.
His heart trembled, and he held her hand. Her hand was so cold that it had no warmth, which frightened him, and he tightened his grip subconsciously, "I'm going to get the sobering tea, I won't... leave you... be good..."
He tried to comfort her, wrapping his arms around her back, and caressing her arms back and forth with his broad palms.
Yi Shu gently closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling.
Uncle, he has become so gentle...so gentle...exactly the same as before...