"Yu Ran, take me to drink. I want to drink." Mu Xiaoran pulled An Yuran's clothes tightly, his little hands trembling.
Now she just wants to drink the hot wine into her mouth. She doesn't want her head to be filled with Cassefir. She wants to calm down her heart.
An Yuran frowned. "Xiaoran, you can't drink. I know you are very unhappy, but girls are not allowed to drink, do you understand?" He suddenly grabbed her shoulders and said firmly and unnegotiably.
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Mu Xiaoran looked up, with tears in his eyes. "Yu Ran, I beg you, can you take me to drink? I really want to feel better."
An Yuran's heart skipped a beat when she saw Mu Xiaoran's injured look. She gritted her teeth slightly and started the engine. In the end, she could only take her to the bar.
An Yuran followed Mu Xiaoran all the way. He watched her drink glass after glass of wine, exuding a cold aura, preventing other men from approaching Mu Xiaoran.
Mu Xiaoran poured the clear, impurity-free wine into his mouth. A burning sensation continued to fall into his throat and stomach, and every place seemed to be on fire.
However, her heart still felt pain.
Why? She has drunk so much wine, why does her heart still feel so painful?
Unknowingly, Mu Xiaoran's tears fell again and dripped into the wine. She raised her hand and drank another glass.
At this moment, the burning sensation had long since disappeared, leaving only the bitterness and heart-burning stinging sensation.
"Why? Why do you always disturb my heart?" Mu Xiaoran clenched the empty cup and said drunkenly. "Every time when I believe in you and rely on you, you push me away ruthlessly? For you
So, am I just a toy to kill time?"
Mu Xiaoran smiled coldly and spoke softly.
An Yuran has been staying by Mu Xiaoran's side, and seeing her like this makes her feel extremely uncomfortable.
When she was about to drink a glass of wine, An Yuran snatched her glass and put it aside.
"What are you doing? Give me the wine!" Mu Xiaoran pouted and said with displeasure.
"Xiaoran, you're drunk. Let's go back." An Yuran gently supported Mu Xiaoran's swaying body, frowning in worry.
If Xiaoran continued to drink, he really didn't know what would happen in the end.
The most important thing is that now reporters will definitely look for her and him everywhere in order to dig up a little bit of news for good communication. He can't make Xiaoran sad again.
Mu Xiaoran didn't want to leave. When he picked up another glass of wine and was about to drink it down, An Yuran took the glass away again.
Repeatedly, Mu Xiaoran grabbed An Yuran's clothes, stood on tiptoes, raised his eyebrows, and stared at him with drunken displeasure.
"Why? Why didn't you let me drink? I'm not drunk at all." Mu Xiaoran said firmly, but his distracted expression and red face showed otherwise.
An Yuran gently stroked Mu Xiaoran, with a hint of sadness in her worried eyes.
"If it were me, I would definitely not make you sad." He said softly but with a tone that could not be refuted.
For a moment, Mu Xiaoran watched as the blurry figure in his eyes gradually became clearer, and Kasefir stared at him tenderly.
In an instant, her tears surged like a tsunami and could not be stopped.