She drank a few sips of red wine mixed with Sprite tonight, and she felt very sober, but her brain felt hot and swollen. Wine is not intoxicating, people are intoxicated by themselves.
After silently exhaling, he looked up from his phone and glanced at the road sign in front of him.
Well!
"You're on the wrong track." She reminded hurriedly.
Is it possible to go wrong even with such clear road signs?
"Well, I forgot to turn." Zhuo Yu'an answered matter-of-factly.
There is no way to turn around here, the navigation automatically adjusted the new route, and you have to go through three more traffic lights.
Tinglan wondered if he had drunk too much, so he kindly said, "How about we hire a driver?"
"That's fine." He parked the car on the side of the road.
Seriously, I did drink. But I only took a few sips of red wine. That amount would have been metabolized by now.
The car was parked on the side of the road, no longer listening to the radio or playing music, and it became even quieter. Zhuo Yuan lowered his head and fiddled with his cell phone, probably looking for a driver.
After a while, he put down his phone and said, "The driver will be there in a minute."
"Okay." Tinglan actually wanted to get out of the car and take a taxi back.
The atmosphere in the car was suffocating and embarrassing.
This kind of embarrassment is not the embarrassment between strangers who have nothing to talk about, but the embarrassment between men and women who seem to have no eye contact but have nothing to say.
Tinglan's mind was filled with the words Lin Zhiqian usually said, and his thoughts were surging and he had ideas.
Zhuo Yu'an didn't ask for a driver at all, just to delay the time together for a while.
He didn't know what Tinglan was thinking, but he had quite a lot of thoughts, so he turned to look at her from time to time, his eyes fiery.
After a while, Tinglan couldn't help but ask: "Isn't the driver here yet?"
"Well, no wait."
Zhuo Yu'an didn't delay any longer, restarted the car and drove onto the road.
This time I didn't deliberately drive slowly. I drove at normal speed for 20 minutes and arrived at the downstairs of Tinglan's house.
Tinglan got out of the car and stood beside the car to thank him.
"I'll take you up."
Zhuo Yuan said tentatively.
Tinglan stood outside the car and met his eyes, as if sizing him up, as if weighing, as if he was trying to break through the shackles, and finally said calmly and calmly:
"good."
This journey started from the time he deliberately made a mistake, from the time he parked the car on the side of the road without calling for a driver. The locked eyes made each other aware of each other. Mature young men and women have the most primitive attraction.
Zhuo Yuan always had a sense of unreality, and once suspected that it was his dream, until Tinglan opened the door of her house and stood by the door and looked straight at him.
Her fair face was flushed, and her eyes were no longer as cold as before, but were so hot that it made people confused.
Zhuo Yu'an couldn't think normally at that moment, as if he was deprived of oxygen, until she stood on tiptoes and covered him with her soft lips. He froze, his brain seemed to have been hammered hard, and he was a little dizzy, and she kissed him passionately.
It took him a while to react, and without any hesitation, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, hugged her slender waist tightly, and pressed her tightly together, then lowered his head and kissed her back deeply.
When you are too emotional, your heart will beat too fast and become sore and painful.