The curtains that were not closed revealed the extraordinarily bright starlight tonight.
There was amber wine in the cup, reflecting Chen Zui on one side and Zhao Wanrou on the other.
The two of them didn't play some games as promised, which made the Danmaku guys who were ready to show off their skills feel uncomfortable.
But they all tacitly chose to continue drinking, and of course wine is most delicious when accompanied by stories.
Zhao Wanrou talked about her childhood, talking about her happiness, and her smile was like a flower. It was just a touch of melancholy that was captured most keenly by Chen. But of course he didn't ask in depth, he just listened and watched. He was a little drunk but not intoxicating.
People are a bit drunk.
Chen Zui also told his own story, mentioning the family tragedy when his mother was seriously ill, and received comfort and encouragement from his sister.
But he felt that continuing this topic would be a serious suspicion of committing misfortune, so he quickly changed the topic.
"By the way, sister, how is your travel strategy research going?"
"Coco and I have discussed that we won't go to places too far away for now. We will go shopping in the surrounding area in the near future to get used to it first, and then go to places far away."
"envious."
"What are you envious of?"
"I'm envious that you can go wherever you want."
Zhao Wanrou put down her wine glass: "I can take you there too. It's my treat. Oh, by the way, you're going to college soon. It's September 1st, so it's less than ten days."
Chen Zui nodded: "Yes, I haven't decided what to do yet."
Zhao Wanrou was confused: "Isn't going to school just for studying? What else do you want to do?"
Chen Zui suddenly felt a pain in his throat: "Sister, have you noticed that universities in this world are very strange. They teach students all kinds of professional knowledge, but none of them specializes in making money."
Zhao Wanrou was delighted when she heard this fresh comment: "Can't you make money if you learn professional knowledge?"
Chen Zui looked at the barrage and said: "You can't make a lot of money. I heard from my friends that the reason for this is because society needs you to be a screw. But I don't want to be a screw. I want to make a lot of money."
Zhao Wanrou looked at him with a smile: "You want to make money so much, but you still want to make a lot of money?"
"Because the poor... small money cannot quench their thirst."
Chen Zui took a sip of wine and watched the barrage flash across the screen [Do you know how I spent the past two years?]
This sentence really spoke to his heart. His originally well-off family suddenly plummeted. There were countless rumors surrounding his ears in the past two years, not to mention the obvious difference in attitude among relatives and friends, especially when moving.
After that, the sense of disparity in all aspects was extremely impactful for a young man.
Chen Zui did not go astray or become extreme because of his enthusiasm. Instead, he turned these feelings into the motivation to make money and make big money.
Zhao Wanrou listened to Chen Zui's words and took a sip of wine: "Looking at you, it reminds me of me who also wanted to make a lot of money when I was a child."
Chen Zui: "We have sympathy for each other?"
Zhao Wanrou thought for a while: "That's right, I've been poor before, let's have a drink."
There was a crisp sound and the two of them drank the wine in one gulp.
Zhao Wanrou added: "You know, in fact, in the past few years, apart from selling clothes and playing games, I have not been idle. I have basically read all the business-related books available on the market."
"ah?"
Chen most thought that he would rather not use it. Why are you trying so hard to prevent people from living in these houses?
Zhao Wanrou originally wanted to mention the plan, but she thought it was inappropriate for her to make some commitments and decisions after drinking today. In the end, her words turned into: "Oh, by the way, I heard that one of the people who went to the night market to help was you.
A female classmate?”
Chen Zui: "Huh?"
Zhao Wanrou raised her head and locked eyes, as if waiting for his answer.
The moonlight fell on her pretty face, coating it with a layer of light. She looked beautiful, but why did it smell a little sour?
Chen Zui: "Ah, yes, my high school classmate."
"Childhood sweetheart?"
Chen Zui rolled his eyes and started to change the topic: "They are not childhood sweethearts. By the way, sister, the crazy woman and that man haven't been together recently, have they?"
The barrage was next to Zhao Wanrou’s pretty face:
【Come on, be happy, you have a lot of time anyway.】
【Please stop hurting each other, I want to see sex.】
…
Because it felt weird, the topic naturally stopped.
But the two people in it were not embarrassed. Instead, they both felt that their relationship with each other had changed slightly because of the drink tonight.
Zhao Wanrou smiled generously: "Okay, I won't ask you anymore, didn't you just say it was a fun game?"
Chen Zui spread his hands and said: "Come on, who is afraid of whom?"
So, late in the morning, the two finally started the various drinking and table games that Danmu had been looking forward to.
Chen is most concerned about...
Even for games like rock, paper, scissors, which are basically purely luck-based, the barrage players can make inferences from Zhao Wanrou's subtle expressions during the fight.
Although it is not 100% accurate, I have to say that the winning rate is extremely high.
Time came to three o'clock in a blink of an eye, and the wine table in front of the two of them was already empty of several bottles of foreign wine.
Zhao Wanrou held her forehead, feeling that she had enjoyed drinking tonight, but she couldn't raise her eyelids. After a while, she curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.
Although Chen Zui won a lot, he always lost sometimes. He had never exercised his drinking ability, so he felt top-heavy and dizzy.
But he has an advantage, that is, he has been sleeping on the sofa in the afternoon and is not very sleepy. Even though he is still drunk, he is not very sober now.
Maintaining this state, Chen Zui sat still on the sofa, seemingly waiting for the passage of time to sober up naturally, but the alcohol became stronger and stronger, and his head became heavier and heavier.
The living room fell into absolute silence, and the evening breeze blew along the window. Chen Zui felt extremely comfortable, which calmed down the heat caused by the alcohol.
But people's bodies are not the same.
Zhao Wanrou, who was already nestled on the sofa, holding her legs, shook slightly and seemed a little cold.
Then she moved like a kitten, got close to Chen Zui, and put her forehead on his shoulder. She seemed to feel a little warm, and her hands naturally hugged him. Well, it seemed a lot more comfortable.
Chen Zui, who had drunk too much, did not notice this clearly, but felt that it was very soft.
He half-closed his eyes, rubbed it unconsciously, and found that it seemed to be softer.
The drunkenness reached its peak at this moment, and Chen Zui put his arms around Zhao Wanrou's shoulders. Feeling the fragrance and warmth she brought, he fell asleep comfortably despite not being serious.
…
Early the next morning, the sky was bright.
The night wind turned into a morning breeze, carrying a slight temperature, not cold but moist enough.
Zhao Wanrou opened her eyes slightly because of the sunlight. She saw the empty wine bottles and the packaging bags of various snacks on the low table in front of her, and she blinked slightly.
But the next moment she closed her eyes immediately, because in addition to seeing the things in front of her, she also felt the warmth around her and the posture of her arms around her brother.
no...
What's happening here?
Why, it seems that I still take the initiative...
Zhao Wanrou's eyelashes began to tremble unconsciously, and the scenes from last night appeared in her mind like a slideshow.
Then she was sure that nothing happened.
But...should I let go now? Wouldn't it wake him up?
What if he wakes up and notices something? Wouldn't it be embarrassing?
While thinking about this, Zhao Wanrou felt like she had a splitting headache...
It's quite comfortable now. Do you want to sleep for a while?
So in the end, she didn't adjust herself. She just bit her lower lip and hugged her tighter. Another shameful voice sounded in her heart: "My brother's body seems to be very warm..."
Chen Zui didn't know that Zhao Wanrou had woken up.
He also opened his eyes under the dazzling sunlight,
Like Zhao Wanrou, he saw the empty wine bottles and packaging bags of various snacks on the low table in front of him.
Because his eyes did not shift, Zhao Wanrou was not seen in Chen Zui's arms in the barrage early in the morning.
But Chen Zui felt the warmth in his arms.
At this moment, his body became a little tense, and any remaining alcoholism disappeared.
You Qi clearly felt that his hand was hugging Zhao Wanrou's waist, feeling the warmth coming from his palm.
A word came into his mind: sister's waist, the knife that kills her.
Then he began to turn his head with difficulty to look at Zhao Wanrou's pretty face close at hand, her closed eyes and reddish lips, and stared at it for a full minute.
But I wonder if he drank too much yesterday, which made Chen Zuizui feel a little fatter.
All in all, his brain was short-circuited at this moment.
Chen couldn't help but leaned forward slightly and kissed her lips gently.
No sound was made.
Very soft.
Warm.
The sun fell on her pretty face, but she didn't react at all, except that her eyelashes trembled slightly.
As soon as he hit the score, Chen Zui's rationality returned to his mind. Looking at the barrage that frantically refreshed the screen in front of him, others were paralyzed.
Because of his guilty conscience, he had to first retract his hand around his sister's waist, and then slightly separate his sister's hand around his neck.
After making sure that Zhao Wanrou didn't seem to notice anything, he gently laid her down on the sofa and left the sofa.
Then Chen walked into the kitchen quietly and drank a glass of cold water.
After gasping for breath, Chen Zui secretly glanced at Zhao Wanrou on the sofa a few times, but did not move... Should he be okay?
So, he quietly found a blanket, came to her, and covered her gently.
Amidst the crazy clamor of the barrage, Chen Zui blocked everything and admired the beauty of the boss sister for another three minutes. Finally, he took a deep breath, turned around and came to the door, put on his own shoes, and pushed the broken door open.
's door.
He closed the door tightly and walked to the outdoor flower bed. From this position where he could see suspicious people entering the door, he faced the barrage and had to say: "I seem to be crazy..."
..”
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At the same time, Zhao Wanrou, who had been pretending to sleep, opened her eyes.
She lay on the sofa and still didn't move. She seemed to remember the touch just now. Her skin, which had returned to white, was covered with a layer of blush. She took one last look at the door, pursed her lips, and said angrily: "Smelly."