He slowly entered the house, opened the door, looked around, and took out a bottle of wine and a glass from the cabinet.
The bright red wine poured out of the bottle and fell into the transparent cup. It swayed vaguely under the light and shone with a trace of light. Kasefir picked up the cup and shook it gently, and his deep eyes were suddenly captured.
Dye red with red wine.
Cup after cup fell into his stomach. Kasefir hadn't eaten dinner yet, but felt a burning sensation in his stomach, which was indescribable.
Almighty Allah! Let me die drunk without suffering.
Kasefir knew very well that he could not get drunk, and he had no right to get drunk. He poured glass after glass of wine into his mouth, swallowing it down along with the sourness and stinging.
He put down the cup, leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.
However, Mu Xiaoran's frown and smile always appeared in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.
Kasefir gently opened his eyes and looked at the gleam of light. Almighty Allah, tell him, what should he do now?
Does the woman he loves deeply love him? Does the woman he loves deeply have his own existence in her heart?
As the alcohol evaporated, the insecurity in Kasefir's heart naturally overflowed.
On the other hand, An Yuran's car stopped halfway, and Mu Xiaoran quickly got out of the car and randomly found a place to vomit crazily. An Yuran frowned, stepped forward and gently swept Mu Xiaoran's back.
Put it on your back to make her feel more comfortable.
Mu Xiaoran almost vomited, so An Yuran helped her back to the car and gave her a bottle of water.
"Drink some water." An Yuran handed it over gently. He felt extremely uncomfortable when he saw that she got drunk because of Kasafir.
If possible, he really wanted Mu Xiaoran to forget all the unhappiness and only have happy memories left. In this way, she would not be so uncomfortable, and he would not be heartbroken by her discomfort.
After Mu Xiaoran drank water, her throat felt much better, but she felt dizzy and had some throbbing pain, which made her very uncomfortable.
She felt sore all over her body, especially her neck, and it was unbearable to even move.
An Yuran looked at Mu Xiaoran frowning, with a painful look on his face, then approached and asked softly.
"Xiaoran, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" His hand gently fell on Mu Xiaoran's face, and he was relieved when he found that she was just having a fever and was not sick.
But Mu Xiaoran suddenly grabbed An Yuran's hand and smiled softly.
“It’s ice cold and very comfortable.”
An Yuran chuckled and looked at her lovingly. She was really cute and alluring at this moment.
The pink cheeks looked particularly smooth and delicate, and the little mouth was slightly open. Although it had just been vomited, it was still very tempting.
An Yuran came slightly closer, closed her eyes slightly, and wanted to kiss Mu Xiaoran again, but because of Mu Xiaoran's move, her whole body stiffened and she could not move.
Mu Xiaoran suddenly hugged An Yuran tightly and spoke slurred words.
But An Yuran still clearly heard whose name she called.
He gently took her hands away, put them away, started the engine and drove away. He held the disc tightly with both hands, and the depression in his heart became even more difficult to dissipate.
An Yuran gently placed Mu Xiaoran on the bed and looked at her sideways, her brows still furrowed, maybe she was feeling a little uncomfortable after drinking too much wine.
He went into the bathroom to get a hot towel and gently wiped Mu Xiaoran's face to make her feel better.