She came closer.
He reeked of alcohol, the bottle making slight clinking sounds on the ground, and the moonlight from the balcony shone on his face.
Then the wine was poured into his throat mouthful by mouthful, his Adam's apple rolled up and down under the moonlight. Jun Mohan was completely drunk, so drunk that he didn't even notice Wen Xin standing behind him.
With a "bang", Jun Mohan fell to the ground with the wine bottle.
Wen Xin frowned, used her hand to wipe away some of the alcohol smell from her nose, and tried to help up the man who was drinking to drown his sorrows in the middle of the night.
"Uncle, wake up and go back to your room to sleep."
Wen Xin leaned over and tried to carry his upper body into the house, but it was very heavy.
She raised her head helplessly, and met the burning eyes in the dark night. She was suddenly startled, "You, you are not drunk."
"Who are you...get out of the way, don't touch me," Jun Mohan waved away Wen Xin's hand and almost knocked her to the ground.
Wen Xin said unhappily, "If you get drunk easily, don't drink. Now you're so drunk that even your wife can't recognize you."
After complaining, she tried to continue to support him, but as soon as her hands touched his armpits, he turned over and pressed her heavily to the ground.
"Uncle, are you drinking to drown your sorrows because you are in pain being caught between me and your mother? If so, we might as well end the contract early, before we fall in love with each other, so that..."
Before he finished speaking, he had already leaned over and kissed her. His hot breath mixed with the strong smell of alcohol made her mind go blank.
Wen Xin resisted and gasped in pain, and he almost bit her hard.
Wen Xin bit back fiercely, and the smell of his blood suddenly woke her up.
Until he fell asleep completely, until the tears in her eyes fell like a torrential rain, she could no longer bear it, turned over, ran to the bedroom, and cried under the quilt.
The next morning, the sky, which had been clear for a long time, suddenly became foggy and covered the entire city, as if walking in the clouds.
Jun Mohan was woken up by the cold. He was wearing clothes and covered with a blanket. He felt dizzy and there were beer bottles everywhere.
He struggled to stand up, then patted his dizzy head and went into the bathroom, only then he discovered the wound on his lip.
He tried hard to recall, but only had scattered memories, but he clearly remembered the scene of him throwing himself on Wen Xin and kissing her.
A hint of hatred towards himself instantly appeared on Jun Mohan's face, and he slapped his face in annoyance, very hard.
Damn it, he shouldn't have drunk.
The cozy door was pushed open, and Jun Mohan was so scared that he quickly closed the bedroom door, somewhat afraid to face her.
Wen Xin glanced at the blanket on the floor, then at his open door, and finally her eyes fell on the bathroom.
She turned and went to the kitchen.
Jun Mohan finally mustered up the courage to walk out. He told himself to try to pretend that nothing had happened last night, and he believed that she would not dare to mention it.
As expected, he came to the kitchen and looked at the woman who was pressing noodles and asked calmly, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Wen Xin's body stiffened, and she said indifferently, "It's OK."
Jun Mohan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was not angry. He even felt a little secretly happy in his heart.
It was while eating the sliced noodles that Jun Mohan noticed Wen Xin's swollen eyes. He frowned and pretended not to know, "Why are your eyes swollen?"
She didn't look up, but said in a deep voice: "It's okay, I was just bitten by a damn mosquito."
Jun Mohan choked. He was the damn mosquito. It was obvious that he had forcefully kissed her last night, and she cried.
Guilt and boredom crept into their hearts, and the two stopped talking. The atmosphere became awkward until there was a knock on the door.
"I'll go open it," Jun Mohan stood up and walked towards the door.
Wen Xin picked up the sliced noodles in her bowl with chopsticks as usual, with her lips pouting, as if Jun Mohan was the noodles, and she wanted to chew him to death.
Mrs. Jun's voice came, "Is Wen Xin here?"
"Grandma, why are you looking for Wen Xin so early in the morning?"
"You little brat, go to work now. Of course I'm here to talk to my granddaughter-in-law."
Wen Xin stood up, hiding the bitterness on her face, and walked out with a smile, "Grandma, you came just in time. I cooked some sliced noodles and there's some left in the pot."
"Oh! That's great, old lady. I just miss the noodles you made so much."
With a warm smile, "Then I'll get it for you."
"Okay, okay, what a thoughtful child. Jun Mohan, please be nice to me."
"Grandma, please don't tell me how to treat people all day long. I treat her very well."
"I don't believe it," the old lady said as she sat down at the dining table. At this time, Wen Xin came out with a bowl of sliced noodles.
I gently placed it on the old lady's table, and then considerately helped her pick out the onions.
"Grandma, please eat."
The more Mrs. Jun looked at her, the more satisfied she became. She couldn't stop smiling. Seeing her swollen eyelids, she knew that it was Chu Han's scolding last night that made her sad. She felt a little painful in her heart and secretly vowed to never let Wen Xin appear in front of that woman again.
"Child, come sit and eat with us."
Wen Xin sat down, and Mrs. Jun smiled and said, "Wen Xin, are you okay for a while?"
"No, I've already quit my job and haven't found a job yet."
"That's great. I don't have to work as a cleaner at all," she realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly shut her mouth in fear.
Wen Xin was amused by her appearance, "It's okay, grandma, uncle already knows my job."
"Ah!" Old Madam Jun looked at her grandson, "You're not angry?"
"Why are you angry? Wen Xin did it with her own hands. I have nothing to be angry about."
Mrs. Jun was delighted. "Look, Wen Xin, I think you and my grandson are not at a disadvantage together. He has a very positive outlook on life."
Jun Mohan curled the corner of his mouth, Wen Xin raised her head slightly, their eyes met, and she was so scared that she quickly lowered her head.
“Tsk tsk!”
"There's something going on with you two."
Old Mrs. Jun had come to take Wen Xin to the temple out of concern that she was in a bad mood. But now she felt as if she was redundant while the young couple were exchanging glances while her grandson had a wound on his mouth.
Could it be that the two of them kissed too hard and got hurt?
"Mo Han, what's the wound on your mouth?"
Jun Mohan smiled and said, "I don't know, it seems like I was bitten by a rat."
Wen Xin bit her lip hard and called her a rat. What a shame.
Mrs. Jun smiled and said, "There are no mice in this house. I think someone must have bitten it!"
"Cough cough!" Wen Xin was choked by the soup and kept coughing.
Jun Mohan hurriedly stood up to pour some water and helped her smooth her back.
Old Mrs. Bo laughed and said, "How can you be so careless, kid? I didn't say you bit me. Look how scared you are."
"Okay, grandma, please stop talking bad about her. She is shy."
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