She is no longer a phantom in front of anyone's camera, nor a symbol carried away by traffic, but a girl who feels pain, gets drunk, and dares to love and hate.
Ye Lang looked at her and suddenly chuckled:
"It turns out you can drink a lot."
Zhu Yuting's face flushed slightly, but she was conscious. She looked at Ye Lang complacently.
"That's it, I'm a girl from Xiangxi who grew up drinking rice wine. Please call me a drunkard from now on."
Ye Lang's smile deepened, his eyes lingered on her slightly tipsy face for a moment, and he suddenly raised his glass to clink with hers.
"You're right, drinking wine is only fun when two people are together."
Zhu Yuting blinked and looked into his eyes through the influence of alcohol:
"Then you have to drink with me more often in the future."
Ye Lang did not answer, but just stared at her quietly. The night wind blew through her hair, bringing with it a faint fragrance.
Beer is something that will not make you drunk easily if you drink it slowly, but the alcohol will always creep up on the person you are drinking with.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Lang had already gone to the wine cellar to get some wine.
They went to the bathroom twice, but neither of them showed any intention of ending their drinking.
Instead, the more we talked, the deeper we got into the topic and we forgot about time.
Moreover, the sensitivity prompt in Ye Lang's mind rang again and again. At this time, Zhu Yuting's sensitivity had exceeded 90 and reached 94 points.
They were getting closer and closer, as if some invisible thread was pulling them together.
As he drank more and more, the bottles on the ground were lying all over the place.
Neither of them relied on their physical strength or special abilities to dispel the effects of alcohol, but instead let their emotions and words flow freely in the night.
Gradually, Ye Lang saw that Zhu Yuting's head was sometimes one, sometimes two.
Zhu Yuting watched Ye Lang gradually become a blur, her cheeks burning, but the smile in her eyes became clearer and clearer.
At this time, the two began to speak incoherently, but still insisted on finishing their words.
"Yuan...Yuanzi, I...I'm telling you, with my...drinking capacity, I can drink Qingdao wine without falling...I...I can drink it without falling, and Snow Flower wine without...I can drink it without...I can drink it without...I can drink it without."
"Da...Lang, listen to me. Don't...don't ask me...what my zodiac sign is. I'm an Aquarius. I've never been drunk in...the...territory of Dragon Country."
The two of them put their heads together and laughed, as if all the troubles in the world had dissipated in the night wind with their drunken words.
It wasn't over yet. After boasting about their drinking capacity, the two began to talk about life, fate, future, choices, etc.
They looked like two drunkards.
Finally, the two of them shook their heads and began to sigh that wine was really a bad thing, and even hummed a little tune.
"Usually... I have to brush my teeth with beer... and drink spicy wine as tea. If I want to... live a smooth life... I have to get a little tipsy and then have a little numbing."
"A little beer...relieves sadness...relieves worry...relieves life's little troubles."
Ye Lang shook the bottle, looking at the pretty red face with a dazed look, which made his heart tremble.
Zhu Yuting swayed her body, her smile spreading like ripples. Looking at the gentle man in front of her, her eyes trembled slightly, as if thousands of words were melting in her drunkenness.
Gradually, the two of them grew closer, their breaths intertwined, their foreheads touching.
The heartbeats synchronized quietly in the tipsy air, and the moment the fingertips touched, it was as if an electric current broke the silence.
The next moment, the two dry lips gently touched each other, as gentle and cautious as the wind blowing through petals.
Intoxication is like a tide that overflows the banks of reason...
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