Su Qingyao's voice was hoarse with drunkenness.
She stared intently at Mu Shaohua, her eyes filled with a competitive spirit.
"Come on, let's continue."
"Rock, paper, scissors,"
"Rock, paper, scissors,"
"Rock, paper, scissors,"
"Rock, paper, scissors,"
Their voices echoed in the living room, one after the other.
They did it more than ten times in a row, and it was always the same. No matter how the two of them changed their hand gestures, they were always the same as each other.
Mu Shaohua and Su Qingyao were both speechless.
Even Lu Qingzhou and Leng Yue, who were standing next to him, were dumbfounded.
at last,
Mu Shaohua withdrew her slightly sore hand, covered her lips and chuckled, breaking the awkward silence with a hint of teasing in her eyes: "Qingyao, since we've got such great chemistry this round, how about we have a drink together?"
Su Qingyao readily agreed, but her movement as she picked up the wine glass was somewhat unsteady.
The two picked up their wine glasses, naturally accompanied by Lu Qingzhou and Leng Yue.
Each round of games, each toast, deepened the intoxication and made the atmosphere increasingly ambiguous and eerie.
After several rounds of games, the two had a back-and-forth exchange.
They were evenly matched, but no matter who lost, Lu Qingzhou and Leng Yue would drink a cup with them.
Lu Qingzhou felt as if his stomach was churning.
He gripped the edge of the chair tightly, barely managing to support his body.
I tried to stay awake, but the scene before me began to blur and double.
The effects of the alcohol Zhang Ming drank when he treated everyone hadn't completely worn off yet, and now he'd added another half a jin (250ml). The alcohol was taking effect, and even his thinking was becoming sluggish.
Mu Shaohua rested her chin on her hands.
His eyes were glazed, yet still defiant as he looked at Su Qingyao across from him. He hiccuped and asked, "Can you still drink?"
Su Qingyao blushed, her eyes unfocused but she refused to back down.
"Come on, have a drink."
The two chatted back and forth, clearly drunk, yet neither was willing to back down first.
Su Qingyao swirled the wine bottle.
A hollow sound came out: "Huh... that's all. One, two, three, there are... three cups of wine left. We... the three women will drink."
She spoke with a lisp, and even her counting was somewhat unclear.
Mu Shaohua was so unsteady that he could barely lift his glass, spilling wine onto the table and leaving a dark stain.
Su Qingyao swayed her head, her vision barely focused in her hazy, drunken state.
Seeing Mu Shaohua's flustered appearance, he suddenly burst out laughing.
"You... are drunk."
Mu Shaohua gritted her teeth and stubbornly waved her hand at Su Qingyao, trying to prove that she was still sober, but her slightly swaying body silently exposed her pretense.
"I... am not drunk, you are... drunk."
Leng Yue remained silent all night, watching Mu Shaohua's swaying figure and listening to Su Qingyao's forced laughter.
Seeing them so drunk over their relationship with Lu Qingzhou,
Overwhelmed by guilt, she was instantly engulfed by the rising tide.
The ambiguous misunderstandings and conflicts with Lu Qingzhou in her memory were all unintentionally hurting Su Qingyao.
Under the influence of alcohol, it transformed into sharp blades, stabbing her heart again and again.
"I'll drink these three glasses of wine."
Leng Yue suddenly stood up, her movement so abrupt that the chair made a screeching sound.
She snatched the wine glasses from their hands before they could react.
He then drank one cup after another in one go.
The burning sensation of strong liquor down the throat was nothing compared to the intense pain surging in my heart.
Thinking of Su Qingyao's deep love for Lu Qingzhou,
Thinking back to the hazy, budding feelings of love she had for Lu Qingzhou...
These images were like an intricately woven net, trapping her tightly.
She put down her wine glass, and all her grievances, guilt, and unease finally burst forth at that moment.
She burst into tears.
Tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string, unstoppable.
Leng Yue curled up in the chair, her cries mixed with suppressed sobs, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
She wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground right now and hide all her guilt and embarrassment.
The air in the living room seemed to freeze.
The cold moon dared not raise its head.
He was afraid of meeting Su Qingyao's disappointed gaze or Lu Qingzhou's complicated look.
Lu Qingzhou, still somewhat drunk, was jolted awake by the crying.
Looking at Leng Yue's trembling back, he felt somewhat at a loss.
'You were fine just a moment ago, why did you suddenly start crying?'
Mu Shaohua reached out to comfort her.
Unexpectedly, Su Qingyao beat her to it.
She pulled out a chair, staggered to her feet, and sat down next to Leng Yue. She reached out and hugged Leng Yue's shoulders. "Yueyue, what happened?" Leng Yue looked up, her cheeks streaked with tears, like a little kitten.
Leng Yue sobbed twice, choking out, "Yao Yao, I...I'm so sorry."
Looking at Leng Yue's red and swollen eyes from crying, Su Qingyao thought of their years of friendship, and all her grievances and anger turned into a sigh.
She gently patted her shoulder, as if coaxing a child, "Don't cry, don't cry, you won't be pretty if you cry. You just like my man, right? It's no big deal, I... I don't object."
Her voice was nasal, and she said it in a joking tone, but her heart felt like it was being pricked by countless needles.
As soon as she said that, the living room fell silent again, and everyone looked shocked.
Leng Yue suddenly looked up, tears condensing into tiny pearls on her eyelashes.
Looking at Su Qingyao's reddened eyes, she felt as if her throat was stuffed with cotton, overwhelmed by guilt and emotion. "Yaoyao, I...I'm sorry."
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