Chapter 314: Zhou Zipei, I feel so bad

Zhou Zipei held Lu Siyin like a lost treasure, and the force of holding her waist became stronger and stronger. His broad and slender palm pressed on Lu Siyin's lower back, as if he could hold it with one hand.

Zhou Zipei lowered his head in fear and rubbed Lu Siyin's neck, smelling the fragrance of her hair, but he still felt insecure. He just witnessed her suicide, and now he still felt his soul trembling.

Lu Siyin raised her head with difficulty from his arms. Her eyes were complicated and he could not understand them. In the moonlight, they sparkled like watery stars. She murmured, "Is it a hallucination before death?"

Zhou Zipei did not hear clearly, but felt that something was wrong with her mood. She also smelled a strong smell of alcohol. Thinking of the ten bottles of vodka that Fan Xuhan mentioned, her heart tightened. She bent down and hugged her horizontally, bringing up a lot of water droplets.

"How much did you drink?" he asked hoarsely.

Lu Siyin's face was full of drunkenness. It seemed that she did not understand what he was saying. She just stared at him.

Zhou Zipei sighed, walked steadily towards the shore, and then found the bags of vodka on the beach. He counted them and found that there were only nine bottles left.

He didn't know whether Lu Siyin had drunk a whole bottle or just a small portion, but seeing that she didn't take care of her body, he felt distressed and helpless.

Holding Lu Siyin in his arms, he bent over to pick up the vodka and strode to the car.

The cold wind at the seaside at night was biting, and Zhou Zipei felt that Lu Siyin's body temperature was slightly low, so he couldn't help but hug her tighter.

After putting her in the passenger seat and fastening her seat belt, he walked around to the driver's seat, then turned on the air conditioner in the car to the maximum.

Zhou Zipei sat in the car, looking sideways at Lu Siyin's frowning and closed eyes, and didn't move or speak for a long time. Only then did he know what it meant to survive a disaster.

Until now, his muscles are still stiff, and he dare not drive in this state.

There were a lot of questions to ask, but I couldn't say a word. I just kept repeating in my heart, no matter what, it's good that nothing happened.

Lu Siyin seemed to be asleep, but her frown showed that she was not sleeping well.

After a while, Zhou Zipei started the car.

It was stable without any bumps. Even though the night was dark, the car seemed to automatically avoid all the mud pits and stones.

Inside Xinghe Tianfu

Zhou Zipei held Lu Siyin horizontally and walked slowly up the stairs to the bedroom on the second floor. However, halfway through, he heard a cat-like sobbing in his ear. He was stunned and looked down.

Lu Siyin curled up in his chest, with crystal clear water droplets hanging on her eyelashes and a water mark clearly visible under her eyelids. She cried so sadly, but her eyes were still tightly closed, as if she was having a dream that made her heart break.

Zhou Zipei felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly in someone's palm, and the heartache in her eyes almost overflowed.

"Is it a nightmare that is so sad?"

He walked quickly to the master bedroom and carefully put Lu Siyin on the soft big bed. This action woke her up, and she opened her pair of watery almond eyes and looked at him with a dazed expression, which was really pitiful.

Zhou Zipei pulled his hand out from under her waist, and stroked Lu Siyin's head instead, his voice gentle: "Why are you crying?"

Lu Siyin looked at him for a while, and after confirming who was in front of him, his expression suddenly became very aggrieved, as if he had suffered a great hurt, and choked up and said: "Zhou Zipei, I feel so bad."

After he finished speaking, tears fell down, as if they would never stop flowing. The more he cried, the sadder he became, and soon soaked the pillow under his head.

Zhou Zipei panicked the moment he heard it, and wiped her tears very gently, but found that he could never wipe them all away, like a flood that had broken through the dam.

"Ayin, tell me, where do you feel bad?"

The suppressed cry lingered in the room, turning into bandages, tightly wrapped around his heart, pulling hard, suffocating and painful.

Lu Siyin pointed at her chest and choked incoherently: "It's so uncomfortable here."

Zhou Zipei was stunned and silent for a few breaths. She asked in a hoarse

voice: "Why?" Lu Siyin shook her head and bit her lips tightly. Uncontrollable sobs flowed out from her teeth. Her lips were bitten and bleeding, but she still refused to let go.

What is she hiding?

Zhou Zipei wanted to question her, but when he saw that she was drunk and was willing to keep her mouth shut even if it hurt herself, he pinched her jaw in time, compromised without thinking, and coaxed her gently: "Be good, let go, don't say it if you don't want to."

Seeing that Lu Siyin cried even harder, but still didn't want to let go, Zhou Zipei lifted her chin, lowered his head and kissed her, slowly tempting her.

After a long time, he panted and retreated, rubbed Lu Siyin's lips with his fingertips, and whispered in her ear: "Promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you will take your body first."

Lu Siyin did not respond, but she stopped crying.

Zhou Zipei got up from her and lifted the corner of the quilt to cover her.

Lu Siyin looked painful. After drinking too much and being emotionally excited, she felt her stomach churning. After pushing him away, she got out of bed, stumbled to the bathroom door, and vomited in it.

Zhou Zipei followed closely, and seeing that she was in great pain, he sighed, and hurriedly poured a glass of warm water from outside. He patted her back and coaxed her, "Drink some water."

Lu Siyin vomited out all the wine in her stomach, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat. She leaned back in Zhou Zipei's arms, and drank water from his hand.

Zhou Zipei held her and put her on the bed again: "You can't drink. You drank so much. What happened to you?"

He didn't expect to get a response, so he turned and walked out of the room.

Lu Siyin looked at his back as he left, and said nothing.

After a while, Zhou Zipei came with a box of medicine in his hand. Seeing her staring at him, he smiled and soothed her, "I won't leave."

He took out a pill and put it to her mouth: "Drink the hangover medicine, otherwise you will have a headache."

Lu Siyin was very well-behaved at this time and drank it obediently.

Zhou Zipei hugged her and lay down, tucked in the corners of the quilt: "Have a good sleep."

Lu Siyin closed her eyes.

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until his breathing became long and long. He looked down and realized how sloppy he was.

His shirt was wrinkled, and there was a hole in the fabric of the suit at the knee, mixed with mud, and the color was darker than other places. Zhou Zipei frowned, thinking it should be blood.

He walked into the bathroom with his bathrobe and came out after a simple shower.

After checking inside, it was found that the abrasion on the knee was quite serious, but Zhou Zipei was too lazy to bandage it and simply disinfected the poison and left it alone.

He only turned on the night light at the bedside. He sat on the bed and looked down at Lu Siyin's sleeping face, motionless like a statue, as if he could never see it enough.

What happened to make you so sad?

Why didn't you say it even when you were drunk?

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Zipei stood up and walked to the other side of the bed, sleeping with Lu Siyin.

He had been looking forward to this scene for five years, and now he finally got what he wanted.

Zhou Zipei curled his lips, stretched out his hands to hold Lu Siyin's soft body, his eyes darkened, his breathing became heavy, his Adam's apple rolled, and after pressing him into his arms, he closed his eyes heavily.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Zipei was awakened by the heat, and felt like he was hugging a stove.

He suddenly woke up and realized that Lu Siyin had a fever.