Fu Yanye thought of his weight, then frowned, moved away from her and sat next to her, but his breath was still intertwined with hers, "Why does your ankle hurt suddenly?"
"It rains a lot these days."
The old disease is just like this. It hurts when it's cold, rainy or humid.
Fu Yanye looked at her, not believing her words at all.
What he didn't believe was not that her ankle didn't hurt, but that she cried like that because her ankle hurt.
He could easily hold her knees, lift her, and put her on his lap.
Zhuo Jian wanted to escape, but he tightened his grip to prevent her from moving. His hands went down her knees, causing her legs to tremble, but in the end he only held her ankles.
"Would this be better?"
His palm was warm, and her clammy ankles immediately felt better.
But she huddled on the sofa and looked at him, wondering why he was acting like this suddenly.
He performed very well at that time, always being indifferent and living his own life.
"let me go."
Her voice was still unclear, but she was firm.
"You are so pitiful, don't you just want me to warm you up?"
"no."
"No? Why do you want to make yourself look like a victim in front of everyone? It's clearly you who want to end it."
"Victim?"
Zhuo Jian didn't understand when she made herself look like a victim.
She thought about her behavior just now and suddenly felt extremely regretful.
Seeing the doubt and indifference in his eyes, she secretly swore in her heart that she would never drink alcohol to sing with her colleagues again. While everyone else was singing, she was feeling sentimental about herself.
It’s so funny. How could this be something she, Zhuo Jian, did?
Too unconscious, too irrational.
"Zhuo Jian..."
He called her, but held back.
The music in the room reached its most ups and downs.
Zhuo Jian looked into his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking and not daring to indulge in wild thoughts.
But he finally held her ankle and leaned forward to her. Their foreheads touched each other. His breath also smelled of alcohol, but it was not as strong as hers.
He only had one drink, out of courtesy when he announced he was leaving.
He was absent-minded all night.
Why did he come to this city?
It's work, it's work.
He looked at her and told himself this over and over again.
But he wanted to say that if she was willing to take back that night, he was also willing to pretend that he had never heard it.
They can still go back to the past.
They can still warm each other and comfort each other.
The music continued, and he didn't know whether it was because of the lyrics or because he happened to feel it, his thin lips gently touched her lips.
Her lips were wet with tears, salty, but with her unique sweetness.
He couldn't help but deepen the kiss, hugged her on the sofa, held her ankles and asked her to bend her knees, and then continued to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian's mind went blank. She didn't know how she could be kissed by him without resisting.
When she woke up, she immediately turned her head and covered her mouth in disbelief. She looked at him for a long time and asked him, "What are you doing?"
"Kissing you."
He said.
Zhuo Jian became even more desolate and raised her hand to push his shoulder: "Get up."
He looked at her, unable to get up.
He just thought she was damn annoying like this, but he couldn't live without her.
"We are separated."
"We can..."
"It's impossible. Have you forgotten who you brought here?"