Xu Muyao's gaze followed her every move. He watched as her fair hands tightly gripped the boy's arm in an intimate gesture, and suddenly felt as if he could hardly breathe.
What he found even harder to accept was the phrase "Uncle Xu".
Was she trying to distance herself from another boy by calling him "uncle" so readily in front of him, to avoid any misunderstandings?
Zhou Xunzhi nodded in acknowledgment, "Hello, Mr. Xu, hello, Ms. Su, it's a pleasure to meet you both."
"Let's skip the pleasantries and sit down for a drink." Su Wenqian glanced at Xu Muyao, suppressing a smile, and poured a full glass of wine for the sunny young man, Zhou Xunzhi.
"Brother Wenqian, please go easy on him. He's drunk and won't be able to get home later."
Jiang Ye's casual teasing was perceived by someone as a tender expression of concern.
Xu Muyao's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, as if it could drip water.
Why call him a "good friend"? Wouldn't it be better to just say "boyfriend"?
Xu Muyao gave a self-deprecating laugh.
Fortune changes, and only now does he truly understand the profound meaning of this saying.
He picked up his glass and filled it to the brim, then began to chug down one glass after another. He felt a bitter, aching pain in his heart and tried to numb himself with alcohol.
More and more empty bottles piled up on the table. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed onto the table, unconscious.
It took Su Wenqian a great deal of effort to get Xu Muyao home.
Of course, Jiang followed along.
Looking at the man lying unconscious on the bed, Jiang felt a pang of heartache. She gave Su Wenqian a reproachful look.
"We shouldn't have let him drink so much; it must have been so uncomfortable for him."
"How can you know if he has feelings for you if you don't get drunk?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a man's deep, soft call, accompanied by a strong sense of intoxication.
"Xiaoye...Xiaoye..."
Jiang covered her mouth in surprise, feeling both angry and heartbroken. Why wouldn't he admit it? Why did she have to force him to face his true feelings in this way?
After Su Wenqian left, Jiang brought a basin of water and gently wiped his cheeks.
During this process, she carefully used her fingers to trace his outline little by little, from his eyebrows and eyes to the tip of his nose, and then to his lips...
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