Zhang Qiao had just returned home from work, hungry and ordering takeout. She replied to Jiang Yining: "Don't mention it. Song Xingjin is like a hard, stinking rock, impervious to swords and guns."

last night.

Although Zhang Qiao drank a lot, she had developed her alcohol tolerance over the years of work.

The amount of alcohol she drank wasn't enough to make her drunk, but she wasn't feeling much better either, feeling dizzy.

After getting into Song Xingjin's car, Zhang Qiao sobered up a little and pretended to be drunk all the way to the gate of the community.

Song Xingjin parked the car, went to the back seat and gently shook Zhang Qiao's arm, "We're here. Can you leave now?"

Do I look like I can walk on my own?

Zhang Qiao didn't answer him. She muttered something and squinted her eyes to observe Song Xingjin's reaction. She saw that his brows were furrowed. After a while, he helped her out of the car and picked her up.

Anyway, she is drunk now, so he probably won’t mind if she takes advantage of him, right?

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiao rubbed her cheek against Song Xingjin's chest a few times. She clearly felt the man's chest muscles tense up.

Song Xingjin paused and looked down at the person who was holding him tightly in his arms.

It was the first time for him to have such close contact with the opposite sex, and Song Xingjin felt his heartbeat quickening.

"Zhang Qiao, can you...can you let go of my hand?"

Not loose.

If I let go, how can I justify her pretending to be drunk all the way?

Not only did Zhang Qiao not let go, but she hugged him even tighter.

If it weren't for the red face and the smell of alcohol on her body, Song Xingjin would have almost suspected that she was pretending to be drunk.

She also put her hand on his waist and touched him randomly. Song Xingjin's whole body tensed up at this moment. He sighed and walked towards her house with some helplessness, quickening his pace.

Song Xingjin didn't know the password to her house. Seeing that there was a fingerprint unlocking system, he put her down at the door, grabbed her fingers, and tried them one by one.

The moment the door opened, Song Xingjin breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw that the door of a room was open and guessed that it was the bedroom where Zhang Qiao usually slept, so he carried her over.

Song Xingjin thought that his mission was over after putting Zhang Qiao on the bed, but Zhang Qiao held his hand tightly.

She cried out, "Thirsty."

He leaned in closer to listen and could clearly hear that Zhang Qiao wanted water.

Song Xingjin had no choice but to go outside to pour her a glass of water. He sat beside the bed and helped her up.

Putting the water cup to Zhang Qiao's lips, he didn't care whether Zhang Qiao listened to him or not, "I have to go back after you finish this glass of water."

How could Zhang Qiao let him go so easily? After drinking the water, she put her arms around Song Xingjin's neck.

Looking at Zhang Qiao who was so close to him, their lips almost touched, and Song Xingjin's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He didn't even dare to breathe, and his hands were a little helpless. After a long time, he reached out to pry open Zhang Qiao's hands that were around his neck.

Zhang Qiao didn't let go and moved closer. This time, their lips were pressed tightly together.

For a moment, he wanted to kiss her.

Having such an impulse towards a drunk girl is simply taking advantage of her misfortune. Song Xingjin felt that he must be crazy to have such an idea.

He turned his head to avoid it, and with a little force, he took Zhang Qiao's hand away.

Zhang Qiao closed her eyes, wondering if Song Xingjin really had no feelings for her, why wouldn't he kiss her like this?

She was afraid that Song Xingjin would see that she was pretending to be drunk, so she stopped pestering him. Hearing the door close, Zhang Qiao raised her hand and pressed her temple.

Very dizzy.

Song Xingjin walked out of Zhang Qiao's bedroom in a panic. At the door, he adjusted his slightly crooked tie, but a closer look revealed that he was no longer as calm and composed as usual.

His breathing was a little disordered. When he was about to go out, he realized that he didn't bring his cell phone with him. While inside, he replied to a message and put it casually on the bedside table.