Drinking makes things worse
The hot and bright sunlight slanted across the white sheets, slowly licking the slender and beautiful calves of the person on the bed. The air-conditioning in the room was very sufficient, and a long human figure was buried under the fluffy and soft quilt. Except for a section of white calves and a few strands of black and smooth hair sticking out of the pillow, there was no other sign that this was a person. The whole room was silent except for the humming sound of the air conditioner outdoor unit.
After a while, there was movement under the quilt, and the slightly heated calf shrank into the quilt. After a while, the quilt was suddenly lifted up, "Oh my god."
A figure jumped into the bathroom like a catapult. The woman in the mirror had long black hair that was messy from sleeping. Her face was plain, but it did not hide her beauty and fair and delicate skin. Under her eyes were dark circles from staying up late and drinking last night. However, the most obvious feature of her face was not the dark circles, but her swollen lips that were bright red as if they had been bitten by someone. There was even a scar on it that had turned into a blood mark.
Song Yu propped up the sink with one hand and leaned towards the mirror to touch his bitten lip, muttering, "...I bit my lip in a wet dream. There's blood on the pillow. I thought I was going to die. I was so scared."
Just as she relaxed, a severe headache came over her. She quickly went back to her bed to relieve the pain from the hangover. She covered her forehead with one hand weakly and searched for her vibrating cell phone on the bed with the other hand.
Finally, he found it under the pillow. Turning it over, he saw that it was Lan Lin calling, "Hello, Song Yu, is he dead?"
"I'm dying, what are you doing?"
There was silence for a moment. "Do you remember how you got home yesterday?"
Song Yu closed her eyes and said lazily, "Didn't you send me back?" After that, she glanced at the two water cups on the table and searched through her broken memories, "Didn't you come to my house to drink water? The cups are still there."
Lan Lin said in a stiff voice, "...Uh, why don't you think about it again?"
"I sent it, but...it wasn't just me."
Sensing something was wrong, she turned over and sat up, "I don't understand. Can you explain it more clearly? What happened yesterday?"
"Are you sure you don't remember anything from yesterday?" Lan Lin cautiously probed on the other end of the phone, "Then... do you still remember Xu Qiao?"
"What do you mean? Of course I remember..." Song Yu was halfway through her words when her eyes suddenly fell on the two white buttons on her bedside table. There was a thin white thread attached to them, as if someone had torn them off from the clothes. How could there be white buttons in her house...
Suddenly, the memories that were sealed away last night came flooding back at her like a flood.
In the dim room, rapid breathing, the swaying of chests in the darkness, the sound of lips and tongues entwined, the pain of the root of her tongue being sucked, and the trembling of her brain almost starving for oxygen from the kiss. She crawled over from the bed with trembling hands, grasped the two buttons, and stared at the entrance...
"...Um...I think I...um...pulled the button off...How...Ah..." The woman was pressed against the door and was kissed intermittently. One hand was grabbing the back of the man's neck, and the other hand was groping the man's plump chest. His tall figure almost blocked all the light from the entrance. Her vision was full of darkness. Her senses were taken away and she could only smell the faint fragrance on the man.
"...Huh...Don't worry about it." The man's big hands supported the woman's slender neck, making it convenient for him to lower his head and kiss her. He tried to stop once or twice, but was soon kissed by the woman again, who was in a daze.
“…I want some water.”
"...I don't want this cup, I want your cup, you feed me..." The dripping water rolled down their chins and dripped onto the ground...
“Ah!!!!!!!” Song Yu instantly let out a sharp roar, and words of unknown syllables but obvious fear burst out from his mouth, “%￥*&%￥#@…That wasn’t a dream! That wasn’t a dream ah ah ah ah ah, I’m dying, I’m dying, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do!!!”
"Calm down! Calm down!" Lan Lin shouted heartbreakingly on the other end of the phone.
"I can't calm down! I can't calm down! What should I do? Why was he the one who sent me home yesterday?!" Song Yu rolled off the bed frantically, grabbing her already messy hair in disbelief. "Didn't I sleep in the box???"
"What about you? Where's Wang Ya? Where's she?!"
Seeing that Song Yu was on the verge of going berserk, Lan Lin hung up the phone without saying a word and sent her a video.
Her hands were shaking so much that she could hardly control them. It took her a long time to click on the video. From the very beginning, it was obvious that it was a candid shot because the camera was shaking badly.
She is the only protagonist in the whole picture, with disheveled hair, leaning limply on the shoulder of the person next to her, with a bony hand across her waist supporting her so that she can stand firmly.
"...Thank you, please give Song Yu to me, I will take her home." It was Lan Lin's voice, and then the screen went black for a moment, probably because she went forward to take Song Yu.
Then the next second the picture trembled for a few seconds and quickly became clear again. It was probably because Lan Lin was pushed by someone. Then Song Yu heard his own voice that deserved a beating, "..... No... I don't want you... Go away... Go away..."
The screen was silent for a moment. In this video, Lan Lin tried three times to take Song Yu over, but she blocked him every time, refusing to let Lan Lin touch her. "..."
Finally, she heard Lan Lin sigh softly, "...Xu Qiao, I'll have to trouble you to take her back. She won't let me get in her car or touch her. I have no choice."
"Okay, I'll send you a message when it's delivered. Don't worry." A man's low voice came, and after a while the sound of a car starting was heard. The screen shook a few times and focused on Lan Lin and Wang Ya's speechless faces. The two looked at each other and made an international friendly gesture to the screen.
The scene was gone, and the two people were still muttering, "Do you think she is really drunk, or is she pretending?"
"If I could learn this method of hooking a man, it would be easy to get the next man..."
“…”
I really deserve to slap myself to death.
When Lan Lin walked in, he saw Song Yu sitting in a cowardly manner at one end of the table, with two half-drunk cups of water at the other end. She was wearing two white buttons and sitting on the right side facing the entrance. She supported her forehead with her hand to block her right vision, as if she was avoiding something.
Hearing the slight sound of the door, Song Yu turned his head and looked over. The first time their eyes met, Lan Lin's attention was focused on Song Yu's red, swollen and broken lips.
After noticing where Lan Lin was looking, Song Yu turned his face away in shame.
Lan Lin snorted triumphantly, walked over to sit across from Song Yu, glanced at the cup and buttons on the table, put down his bag, and tapped his fingers on the table twice. "What did you say? Tell me the truth."
After a while, a voice as soft as a mosquito came from the other side, "...This is an accident."
"Accident? Are you sure it was just an accident?" Lan Lin's sharp eyes swept over Song Yu's body, and then he looked around the room.
Song Yu also looked around with her, "What are you looking at? He left last night."
Lan Lin just glared at her, "...did you do it?"
As soon as these words came out, Song Yu's face flushed instantly and he yelled, "What, what, what's wrong with you? Why are you thinking about these things so early in the morning?"
Then the voice gradually faded away, and he whispered, "...No, how could it be possible."
Lan Lin took a big step forward and walked up to Song Yu, wondering, "What happened to you yesterday?"
"......How should I know." Song Yu lay on the table like mud.
"You're a true god. You kissed people on the face when you were drunk before, but this time you got drunk and brought people home."
The words were ruthless, but seeing Song Yu so listless, Lan Lin still felt a little distressed. "Did he send you a message after last night?"
Upon hearing this, Song Yu glanced at his phone, then leaned back on the table and shook his head gloomily.
"What? He really didn't send a single message?" Lan Lin asked in surprise, then his expression changed immediately. "It was just a kiss, it's nothing. As long as you enjoyed yourself yesterday, you didn't lose out. Men are like that, you can throw it away if you want. If he doesn't send a message, then you shouldn't send one either."
"Should I just pretend I don't know?" Song Yu said sullenly, "Isn't it nice to take advantage of someone and not even send them a message?"
Lan Lin thought for a moment and said, "Then don't rush to post it. Let's wait and see."
They waited until night. It was already afternoon when Song Yu woke up. The two of them had stayed up late and drank alcohol last night, so they had no energy. After a quick meal, they rolled into bed and fell asleep.
Before going to sleep, Lan Lin hesitated and asked, "...Not on this bed, right?"
Song Yu had been preparing himself mentally for so long that the strong sense of shame he felt had gradually subsided, but this question brought it back. "No! We... well, we did that right in the entrance, we didn't go anywhere else."
Xu Qiao didn't stay long yesterday. He drank some water, saw her sleeping on the bed, and then left.
The two opened their eyes and saw that it was already 9 o'clock in the evening. They ordered takeout and finished their meal. Lan Lin quickly left, but before leaving, he didn't forget to remind her, "Just say you mistook him for your ex-boyfriend Bai Yueguang. Did you hear me?"
"Just remember not to talk so hard. I won't say anything else." Lan Lin waved his hand. "Okay, I'm leaving. By the way, I'll set up a group for the camping trip I just told you about. It'll just be a few classmates."
Song Yu lazily leaned on the bed playing with his phone. He didn't even raise his head when he heard it. "Okay, got it."
As soon as Lan Lin left, Song Yu stared at his phone with a bitter and resentful look. What was he sending? How could he say this? Was he really going to mistake him for someone else? Secretly, Song Yu didn't want to do that.
She anxiously kept refreshing the chat page between the two of them, but no message popped up. Song Yu thought about it and thought that maybe she felt that this was too difficult to talk about.
Her fingers rubbed the phone slowly, and after a while, her fingertips touched the screen one by one and typed the words.
[I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Let's forget about what happened yesterday.]
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