Chapter 47 Kiss "I'm a bartender, why would I drink so easily..."

Outside, the light and shadows danced, while inside, the atmosphere was bustling with activity.

In the dimly lit restaurant, two hearts drew ever closer.

Zhang Minglang could only look into Tang Yi's beautiful eyes through the dim light from the window.

I want to kiss her.

That's what he thought, and that's what he planned to do.

Zhang Minglang slowly leaned his face closer, their breaths mingling together.

He clenched his fist, trying to stop it from trembling uncontrollably.

Tang Yi obediently raised her face, almost holding her breath. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like tiny flying insects fluttering their wings near the lampshade of a streetlamp downstairs.

When their noses touched, Zhang Minglang felt that she was like a block of ice.

The sound of a password key being pressed came from the front door, and Tang Yi's ears perked up.

Almost instantly, she reached out her hands and forcefully pushed away Zhang Minglang's burning hot chest.

"Surprise!"

Just as Zhang Minglang slammed into the refrigerator door behind him and let out a muffled groan, Cheng He's lively voice came from outside the door.

Tang Yi was equally flustered.

The recoil from pushing him caused her to stumble backward, crashing into the table behind her. The wine glass on the table was knocked over, and the liquid spilled out, quickly covering half of the table.

Cheng He entered the room carrying a bottle of wine in one hand and a cake in the other, and this was the scene that greeted her:

His good friend reached out to support his back, which had just been hit by the refrigerator, and bent over in pain;

Tang Yi, with her back to Zhang Minglang, hurriedly pulled out several tissues from the tissue box and wiped the table.

The living room was filled with people lying haphazardly, and all eyes were focused on Cheng He.

He glanced awkwardly to the left, then to the right, waving the cake box in his hand: "Hi..."

Five minutes later, Cheng He, with her exceptional talent for making friends, successfully blended in with several colleagues.

Everyone was happy, except for Zhang Minglang, who was curled up on the carpet in the corner of the sofa.

The television screen was filled with the vibrant colors of a two-player game, with Tang Jiaxin and Li Da frantically pressing the controller buttons, occasionally letting out curses.

Zhang Minglang stared blankly at the little figure jumping on the screen, his arms crossed and his legs bent in one direction and straight in the other.

Tang Yi observed his grumpy face with amusement.

"Come on, let's have a drink! My bar just got a new shipment of liquor, it's really strong!" Cheng He remembered the liquor and cake she had forgotten in the entryway and quickly got up to fetch them.

"Zhang Minglang, stop sitting there in a daze, get a few cups, quick, quick, quick!"

Looking at Cheng He, who had interrupted his kiss with Tang Yi without him even realizing it, and who even had the nerve to order him around, Zhang Minglang was already plotting how to assassinate him.

But then I felt a pulling force from my side.

He turned his head to look, and two slender fingers tugged at the fabric of his clothes around his waist.

He looked up and met Tang Yi's eyes.

She laughed, "Go on, I want to drink too."

Zhang Minglang's pent-up anger was instantly extinguished by a ladle of water.

As if controlled by some program, he rose gracefully, took the cup, and then sat down again next to her.

Tang Yi took the wine that Cheng He handed her and sipped it slowly.

The alcohol concentration is indeed very high.

She felt as if a sparkler had been set off in her tongue, sizzling and exploding.

"Very spicy?" Zhang Minglang rarely saw her with such an expression.

Tang Yi nodded, then noticed that he wasn't holding any wine, and looked up, wanting Cheng He to pour him a glass too.

"Hey." Zhang Minglang anticipated her movement and reached out to hold her hand.

He squinted slightly: "There aren't enough cups."

Upon hearing this, Tang Yi turned to look at Cheng He, who had just finished pouring the last cup and was handing it to a male colleague in the corner.

A quick glance around the coffee table revealed that everyone had a wine glass beside them.

She glanced back knowingly; he looked smug, as if his plan had succeeded.

Zhang Minglang glanced at the cup Tang Yi was holding, his expression full of implication: "I'm so thirsty, what should I do?"

Tang Yi looked down at the colorless liquid in her glass, then at the scheming man in front of her.

"Then I'll lend it to you."

She lightly handed over the cup, turned it around, and presented the cup with a clear lip print on the rim facing herself.

Zhang Minglang, as if on purpose, reached out and took it, looking at her eyes provocatively, and pressed his lips to that touch of red.

He tilted his head back and took a sip, and Tang Yi saw his Adam's apple bobbing up and down noticeably.

The two huddled in a corner, sharing a drink.

Behind her was a noisy crowd, and Tang Yi also had to keep an eye on whether her colleagues were engrossed in board games and no one was paying attention to this corner.

Looking at the man before her, his lips gleaming and his collar slightly open, a certain absurd thought in her mind rose like bubbles in a wine glass.

It feels like they're having an affair.

"It smells so good."

Zhang Minglang's voice was incredibly seductive, and his eyes seemed to be veiled in mist.

Heaven knows whether he was referring to the aroma of the wine, her fragrance, or the scent of the lip print on the rim of the glass.

Tang Yi was too lazy to investigate.

Cheng He, who was behind him, had drunk quite a bit; his face was flushed. He nudged this person and that person, swaying as he went to the entrance to fetch the cake he had brought specially.

"Come on, Zhang Minglang, come and have your birthday cake!"

"Is it Mr. Zhang's birthday?" several colleagues asked in unison.

Cheng He nodded and said it would be tomorrow, National Day.

So Zhang Minglang was pushed to the middle of the coffee table. Cheng He pressed on his shoulder and explained in a thick tongue that she really had something to do tomorrow and couldn't come, so she could only celebrate his birthday in advance today.

Zhang Minglang had no patience to listen to his rambling about brotherhood and beckoned for the cake to be cut.

Cheng He snatched the plastic knife from his hand: "No! You have to make a wish!"

Suddenly, someone turned off the living room light, causing everyone to gasp in surprise. Zhang Minglang, caught off guard, could only repeatedly say "good" and clasp his hands together in a gesture of respect.

Make a wish, but what should I wish for?

He opened his eyes again, and there stood Tang Yi in the circle of people. It only took him a second to fix his gaze on her.

The candlelight cast a warm yellow glow on her delicate face, and her eyes, filled with the candlelight, shone brightly, brimming with an indescribable, overwhelming emotion.

He was confident he couldn't be mistaken.

Tang Yi seemed to see him looking at her. She pointed to the cake on the table and mouthed "Make a wish."

Zhang Minglang understood immediately.

He knew what wish to make.

He closed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and silently repeated in his mind:

Tang Yi, you must love me forever.

This bottle of wine is really potent. The colleagues who were just joking around and smearing cream on each other's faces are now slumped over the table, and no one can wake them up no matter how much they call them.

Tang Yi and Zhang Minglang returned to the corner of the sofa, and Zhang Minglang handed her a plate of cake.

"I won't eat it. I'm afraid of gaining weight if I eat sweets at night."

Tang Yi reached out to block him and shook her head.

Zhang Minglang sat down cross-legged: "Fat? You call yourself fat?"

She didn't care what he said; she simply refused to eat.

Tang Yi's wine glass was almost empty. She swirled it; only a tiny bit remained.

People were sprawled out on the coffee table and sofa, fast asleep. Each person had disheveled hair and a flushed face, clearly indicating they were drunk and struggling to hold their liquor.

Zhang Minglang ate a few forks of cake, but the cream was too sweet, so he got up and put the paper plate on the table.

He laboriously navigated around the countless legs and people on the carpet, then casually gathered the empty glasses on the table and carried them into the kitchen.

The living room finally quieted down, and the sound of crickets outside the window was particularly noticeable.

Zhang Minglang carefully placed the cup in the kitchen sink and turned on the tap to wash his hands. He patiently dried his hands, then shook his head helplessly at the sight of the crowd outside and walked out.

One or two of them have such a low alcohol tolerance, yet they both get knocked out after just one drink.

Unlike his Tangyi...

As he was thinking this, he walked into the brightly lit living room. The sudden light made him squint.

After getting used to it, he subconsciously looked up at Tang Yi in the corner of the sofa, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She tilted her head to the side, one arm resting on her chest. Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, revealing only half of her fair and delicate profile; she appeared to be asleep.

Zhang Minglang walked quietly, afraid of disturbing her.

He knelt in front of her, unsure of what to do, and just stared blankly at her face.

My gaze shifted and I noticed the empty glass she was still holding in her hand; not a drop of wine remained.

Zhang Minglang chuckled to himself.

I was just praising her for her high alcohol tolerance, and she got drunk so easily.

He gently parted her fingers, took the cup out of it, and placed it on the floor.

"You have such a low alcohol tolerance."

He seemed to be whispering something to her. Looking at her smooth, jade-like cheeks, Zhang Minglang couldn't help but bend his index finger and rub it against her skin.

The icy touch traveled through the skin at his knuckles, sending electric shocks through every nerve in his body.

Zhang Minglang suddenly shuddered.

Tang Yi is like a piece of jade, truly like a piece of jade.

Her skin was fair and clean, and her personality was aloof and cold. Her body temperature was always worlds apart from his; it seemed that no matter when he touched her, she was always ice-cold.

Despite being so close, Zhang Minglang's mind wandered.

Is Tang Yi not good at taking care of herself and always catching a cold?

I once heard my mother say that some girls are born with a cold constitution, so their whole body is always cold.

He thought to himself that he should urge her to wear more clothes in the future.

As if sensing the shadow in front of her, Tang Yi suddenly moved, her brows furrowed slightly for a moment before smoothing out, and a soft hum came from her lips.

The sound was so faint, even fainter than the ticking clock on the living room wall.

But he still heard it.

He stiffened and turned to look at her.

Tang Yi turned her head slightly, revealing her pert nose and her glistening lips.

Zhang Minglang stared intently at the glistening water stains on her lips, swallowing hard.

In the entire living room, only the two of them were awake.

His breathing slowed, his heartbeat quickened, and he could even feel the fabric of the clothes covering his left chest rising and falling with each heartbeat.

Zhang Minglang moved closer and closer until his lips were only an inch away from Tang Yi's, at which point he hesitated and retreated.

She was drunk, and he kissed her without warning. Wouldn't she be angry when she woke up?

Zhang Minglang lowered his eyelashes, trying to mobilize the army of reason in his mind, pleading with them to overcome his impulsive impulses.

However, before they could decide a winner, Tang Yishi opened her eyes.

Her eyes were slightly hazy, but more than that, they were clear-headed.

Before Zhang Minglang could back away, he felt his collar tighten around his neck.

Then his lips pressed against a soft, wet touch with a strong smell of alcohol.

Tang Yi grabbed his collar and kissed him.

Upon realizing this fact, Zhang Minglang's eyes widened, his ears burned with an extreme temperature, and a blush spread rapidly until his entire neck turned bright red.

This kiss, with its blend of alcohol and creamy aroma, lasted only three or four seconds.

Tang Yi slowly stepped back, staring into his flustered eyes, and uttered each word from her red lips:

"I'm a bartender, how could I get drunk so easily? Have you forgotten?"

Looking at her playful and confident gaze, Zhang Minglang instantly realized everything.

She was pretending to be asleep.

Her confession at this moment is more like a silent indulgence and tacit approval.

Encouraged by such directness, Zhang Minglang no longer hesitated, suddenly moved closer, and once again captured those soft lips in his mouth.

Author's Note: Ahhhhh! [cheering][cheering][cheering] Let's set off firecrackers! [cheering][cheering]

A moment of universal celebration! Red envelopes are falling! [cheering emojis]