Chapter 52: Drunk
Kan Zhao half-knelt down, touching her burning red face with his hands, "Are you this drunk?"
Lin Qingxu rubbed her face against his palm, looking very docile. When no one was paying attention, she stole a kiss, like a cat stealing fish, and smiled softly after succeeding.
The resident singer had returned to the stage five minutes ago, holding a guitar and singing a little love song that had recently become very popular.
Taking advantage of Kan Zhao's inattention, Lin Qingxu planned to kiss her again. This time, he planned to kiss her little lips, which looked rosy and very kissable.
But He Jia skillfully covered her mouth to prevent her from doing anything she would regret the next day.
There was disappointment in both of their eyes.
He Jia hesitated, she said to Kan Zhao: "Why don't you go back first? I'll find a way to get Qingxu a hotel later." A man and a woman alone, the woman was drunk, and the man seemed to have bad intentions, it seemed unsafe no matter how you looked at it.
"No!" The drunk opened his eyes wide and looked at He Jia first, then looked at Kan Zhao, wanting him to join him in forming a united front.
Kan Zhao rarely saw her like this, and he became interested and teased her: "Why not?"
Lin Qingxu pretended to be mysterious and beckoned to them. When they came closer, he held Kan Zhao's fingers with one hand and asked them: "Did you see it?"
He Jia: "What did you see?" Just two fingers?
Drunk Lin shook his index finger, then grasped Kan Zhao's. "There's a blood line here, running from me to him."
He Jia: "Ah?"
"If we separate, the blood line will break, and it will hurt. We can't move more than one meter away, no..." the drunk swore, "Thirty centimeters!"
As she spoke, she moved closer to Kan Zhao, hugged his waist, and chuckled twice, "It won't hurt this way."
He Jia was a little amused, "Does a drunkard know how much thirty centimeters is?"
Lin Qingxu tilted his head and measured a length of ten centimeters, muttering, "No." He reduced it a little bit before giving them the answer.
Youyou was stunned. "The goddess image is collapsing." She looked at Zhan Han and asked, "How much did Qingxu drink?"
Zhan Han replied: "Her glass of wine has a high alcohol content."
Youyou sighed: "Oh, if I had known I wouldn't have opened Qingxu all the time."
Kan Zhao put his coat on Lin Qingxu and asked He Jia, "Shall I take you back?"
It is not safe for girls to take a taxi late at night.
The three of them waved their hands repeatedly. He Jia replied: "It's okay, let's play for a while, someone will take us away later."
Kan Zhao nodded and didn't force it.
The rain stopped outside, leaving only a small puddle.
The drunk Lin Qingxu was restless and ran around. As soon as he went out, he threw the black coat he was wearing on Kan Zhao and didn't want to put it on.
Kan Zhao could only stand in the direction of the wind.
Lin Qingxu felt tired after walking for a while, so she squatted down to rest when she passed a tree pond. She held Kan Zhao's sleeve and Kan Zhao squatted down with her.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Lin Qingxu nodded. He wanted to watch the ants moving, but it was too dark and he could only see a thin layer of undried puddles on top.
Kan Zhao accompanied her to rest, "Don't drink when I'm not around, understand?"
Lin Qingxu didn't listen to him and hummed a song to himself.
"I kind of want to fertilize the tree," she said suddenly.
Kan Zhao took the coat that Lin Qingxu had just thrown back to him and spread it on the grid for her to vomit.
Lin Qingxu stared for a while and said, "I don't feel anything anymore."
She stood up and walked unsteadily: "I want to go home..."
Kan Zhao resigned himself to his fate and picked up his coat, casually shaking off the water on his clothes, then took her hand and walked towards the car.
*
Afraid that Lin Qingxu would feel uncomfortable, Kan Zhao half-opened the car window on her side.
Lin Qingxu frowned and struggled with the seat belt on the passenger seat.
Obey traffic rules even if you are drunk.
...I take back what I just said.
Lin Qingxu's mind was a mess at the moment. She found that she couldn't fasten her seat belt no matter what she did. Knowing the situation, she gave up on her own initiative.
Kan Zhao caught a glimpse of her clumsy appearance and couldn't help but chuckle, leaning over: "Let me do it."
He reached out and pulled the seat belt, the metal buckle "clicking" firmly into the lock slot. Lin Qingxu stared at him with drunken eyes, suddenly reaching out and poking his face: "...You are quite good-looking."
Kan Zhao teased her until her breathing was stagnant. He was not a Liu Xia guest to begin with. But he still had no choice but to coax her: "Sit down and stop making noises."
The car started, and the night flowed outside the window. Lin Qingxu was restless, and began to unbuckle his seat belt with a groan: "Hurry... hot... I need some fresh air..."
She leaned against the car window to enjoy the breeze, then adjusted the air conditioning temperature, and finally reached out to press a button on the center console. Kan Zhao's left hand was on the steering wheel, and the other hand was holding her wrist. Unfortunately, he didn't play by the rules. He put his arm around Kan Zhao's shoulder and kissed him. Unfortunately, he couldn't reach him directly, only the corner of his lips.
The tires rubbed against the ground hard, Kan Zhao slammed on the brakes, and the car suddenly stopped on the side of the road.
Lin Qingxu leaned forward due to inertia. Although Kan Zhao had placed the back of his hand on her forehead, it still hurt.
She covered her head with tears in her eyes.
Kan Zhao froze and didn't move, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was hoarse: "...Lin Xiaoxiao, do you know what you are doing?"
Lin Qingxu looked at him doubtfully, confusedly, with the crystal tears that had just overflowed still hanging at the corners of her eyes, making her pupils look extra clear and pure.
What can you say to a drunk?
Kan Zhao took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Before he could even finish his words, the culprit started to attack him, "Are you angry?"
"No."
But don't try to argue and state facts with a drunk.
"No means no, I hate you, I want to break up with you."
Kan Zhao sighed: "Why do you hate me?"
"You don't care about me at all." As she said this, she felt even more aggrieved, and tears flowed from her eyes like crazy.
"Why don't I care about you?"
"You're questioning my words with rhetorical questions!"
Lin Qingxu took Kan Zhao's sleeve and prepared to wipe her tears, but found it was wet. She finally found a dry place and wiped her tears there. "You don't know how much pain I'm in, and you're still angry with me."
"Where does it hurt?"
"My hand hurts."
Kan Zhaozhen thought she had fallen somewhere, so he rolled up her sleeves to take a look.
Lin Qingxu held his hand and said aggrievedly: "Look at this blood line connecting our hands. It has been stretched so thin. If I hadn't been sticking to you, it would have broken long ago. You are still mean to me. You don't know how much pain I am in. You need to apologize to me."
Kan Zhao knew the situation: "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so mean to you."
"Okay, then I forgive you."
Kan Zhao looked at the hand she was holding and suddenly asked, "Does it really hurt that much?"
"It hurts so much." Lin Qingxu said "super" twice in a row, and added, "The distance between you and me cannot be less than thirty, no, twenty centimeters. Otherwise, it will break."
Kan Zhao probably knew that the car could not be driven today.
"What are you thinking about?" Lin Qingxu asked.
Seeing that Kan Zhao didn't say anything, I thought he was angry.
She just lied a little bit, saying it was 20 centimeters instead of 30 centimeters. Was she discovered?
"I want to kiss you."
"Okay." She couldn't wait to put her face close to Kan Zhao so that he could kiss her.
Kan Zhao closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
*
Finally, I parked the car in a parking space on the roadside and took a taxi. I told the driver the address.
The driver was enthusiastic. After hearing where Kan Zhao was going, he asked if they were students at a nearby university. After receiving an affirmative reply, he nodded approvingly and, with a touch of local charm, praised both schools. He also said that his daughter wanted to apply to the Chinese Department of Nanchuan University.
The driver, sitting alone in the driver's seat, would often chat to himself, discussing everything from Nanchuan's cultural history to how it had evolved from a relatively unknown village into a first-tier city. Kan Zhao would sometimes chat with him politely, keeping an eye on Lin Qingxu's condition.
Lin Qingxu buried her head in his chest, picking at the patterns on his clothes, very quietly. Perhaps because she had been rejected so many times by Kan Zhao, she no longer asked him for kisses, and she was sulking alone.
The streets were heavy with traffic, and the road was slippery after the rain. With Lin Qingxu as his "patient," the driver, at Kan Zhao's request, drove very steadily, but some vehicles would inadvertently dart out, forcing the driver to brake.
Lin Qingxu felt a little nauseous, and her body couldn't help but make vomiting movements. Kan Zhao subconsciously reached out to catch the vomit.
"Don't vomit on other people's cars." As he said this, he handed her the coat that had covered the rainy ground.
Lin Qingxu frowned and stopped moving, looking at Kan Zhao with a hint of sadness, "You're being mean to me again."
As she said this, she shrank into the corner, keeping a distance from him, and began to ignore him.
Following the "bloodline" rule, she was forced to return to Kan Zhao's side and lean on his shoulder, feeling a little gloomy. She turned her head away from Kan Zhao, only her fingers tightly grasping the hem of his clothes.
It seemed to be just as she said, it hurts when we separate.
The driver in front laughed: "It's okay, it's okay. I was planning to wash the car a few days ago anyway."
Kan Zhao sighed and lowered his eyes to look at Lin Qingxu who was leaning against him.
Sticking too close to him was like engaging in a hot violence.
If possible, please let him live in such dire straits every day.
Too bad this is only for drunk people.
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