The purple and red clothes were scattered together, soaked in the faint smell of wine, with an indescribable haze.
"Why did you drink?" Qiongying asked.
"I feel uncomfortable. Are you still angry with me?" Qingjun looked at her in disappointment and asked in a daze.
"No more, don't mess around in the future."
"I don't, I'm just afraid that you will ignore me anymore." Qingjun suddenly pulled her sleeve tightly, as if she was afraid that she would leave.
"How could I ignore you?" Qiongying stretched out his hand, gently stroked his eyebrows, and said quietly.
"Really?" Qingjun leaned forward, feeling her caressing, and seeing her clearly. He was a little involuntarily.
"I am your sister, why would you ignore you?"
"If..." Qingjun froze, what if it is not? She knew it was not, and he hated it as a substitute. He was the unique Qingjun!
"What if?" Qiongying asked.
"I don't want to call you sister, I don't want to be your younger brother. I like you, it's the love between men and women..."
Qingjun suddenly leaned forward and leaned her head on her shoulder, and there was no sound. For some reason, he couldn't continue to say anything. Perhaps he could clearly feel the hot feeling on his face and the unstoppable heartbeat.
This completely exceeded his expectations, making him scared and nervous.
Qiongying frowned slightly, pushed Qingjun, but couldn't push him away, and he seemed to be asleep.
Qingjun looked at the darkness in the distance, her chin was against her shoulders, her cheeks were against her hair, and she smelled the fragrance between her hair, but she was unwilling to leave.
"Qingjun, you are drunk." Qiongying said in a deep voice, pushing him away with force.
"No, I'm not drunk, I really like you..." Qingjun immediately reached out to hug her. He was betting that she was reluctant to refuse him.
"Don't like me!" Qiongying was slightly angry.
"Why? What's wrong with me? Are you all good to me fake?" Qingjun trembled slightly, and her hands tightly wrapped around her waist. This feeling was too strange, even more scary than fear.
It seems like everything is about to be lost.
"I am your sister, how can I like me?" Qiongying's face turned cold.
"I don't care. I like you, you like me too, okay?" Qingjun's voice was a little hoarse, tears slid uncontrollably in the corners of her eyes, her body trembled slightly, and her heart twitched. He was confused, and this feeling was very unrestrained.
OK! Not so!
"No, be obedient, I am your sister!" Qiongying said coldly, shook his hand away.
"No, don't push me away. We are not brothers or sisters anyway..." Qingjun cried. He could no longer tell what the situation was, and all the reason and plans could not be controlled.
"I know!" Qiongying suddenly pushed him away coldly, with such a strong force that he almost fell.
Qingjun's hand was still tightly grasping the corner of her clothes, with tears in her eyes, and she looked at her with a wounded face. This was the second time she looked at him with such a cold look, so ruthless, heart-wrenching
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"As long as you are obedient, let go." Qiongying slowed down his tone, but there was still no warmth.
"Don't be angry, I just..." Qingjun reluctantly let go of the corner of her clothes, her eyes slightly red, as if she would cry at any time.
"It's late at night, go back to sleep, don't mess around." Qiongying said in a deep voice, and after speaking, he got up and left.
"Don't leave, okay..." Qingjun shouted to her back, like the whine of a little beast.
What was waiting for was her distant back and the sound of disappearing footsteps.
The room was deserted and dark, and the red clothes became even more red, as if it was declining and withered after its peak.
Qingjun leaned against the pillar, curled up, and was cold all over. He lost, maybe she no longer valued him, and would even throw him away.
After so many years of hard work, he may be about to be in vain. Losing power is equivalent to losing everything. Only by standing higher can he do whatever he wants. He has no way out and cannot return to the starting point!
"Young master, it's late at night, do you want to go to bed?" The two maids came in carefully, and Cheng asked in fear.
"Get out!" Qingjun suddenly raised her head and said coldly.
"Sister, I will leave." The maid shivered and ran out on her way. The young master's eyes were covered with bloodshot, biting cold and could kill people.