Yuer suddenly realized that Shen Zhixu had a slender figure with long arms and legs.
His arms were wrapped around her waist, his palms pressed tightly against hers, and through the coral fleece pajamas, a faint warmth could be felt, and his presence was obvious.
"Let go, why are you holding me?"
How could a drunk person understand what was said? Shen Zhixu was drunk and his face turned red before he realized it.
In a daze, he felt something warm and full in his arms, and his chest, which had been empty for years, was now filled to the brim.
The feeling was indescribably satisfying. Shen Zhixu buried his satisfied face in the other person's neck. With every breath he took, his nostrils were filled with a warm fragrance.
I feel so happy.
He was like a big koala, wanting to curl up his whole body, lying on people's bodies and staying in people's arms.
Yu'er was hugged by a drunkard who was said to be honest but not honest, and in a sense was very honest. She couldn't break free.
She had no choice but to whisper softly into his ear, coaxing him gently like a child, and took him into the guest room.
After much effort, the door of the guest room on the second floor opened with a bang, as if someone had slammed it from outside.
The next second, a man and a woman who looked like conjoined twins rushed into the house.
Yu'er was hugged tightly by the drunk Shen Zhixu, and her hands climbed up his lower back, which was full of strength, without her realizing it.
After going through countless hardships, he finally arrived at the bed and suddenly exerted force with his arms.
The next second, he threw the drunk koala, which had buried its face in his neck, onto the bed.
Shen Zhixu was thrown onto the bed, and out of human instinct, his hands subconsciously groped in the opposite direction of where his body had fallen.
After a moment, he grabbed something in the air, and with both hands he pulled Yu'er, who was standing beside the bed, and they both fell onto the soft big bed.
Caught off guard, while she was stunned, Yu'er fell on the cushion and a muffled groan came from under her body.
The warm touch made her eyes widen, and she looked at the confused drunkard under her helplessly.
Her pupils shrank as she reflected his face so close to her.
The warm touch at the corner of my mouth was so obvious. It was a little painful at first, but then it became warm and soft, with a hint of clear smell of alcohol.
Like jelly.
Yu'er was a little absent-minded, savoring the sudden touch.
After two seconds of silence, someone suddenly reacted, stood up, and thought in a mess.
What am I doing?
Shen Zhixu was lying there, a little dazed at first, the alcohol clouding his brain.
He opened his misty eyes and rubbed his hot lips in grievance.
The accelerated flow of blood caused his temples to swell and feel uncomfortable.
The intoxicating touch on the lips and the warm fragrance on the nose all disappeared overnight.
The headaches returned.
The drunk Shen Zhixu was like a child, not knowing how to hide his feelings, and he immediately raised his eyes.
His eyes fell on a certain figure standing still, and he sniffed for a moment.
The man stretched out his arms pitifully, asking for help.
Yu'er finally came to her senses and heard the man lying on his back on the bed complaining to her like a spoiled child.
"I feel uncomfortable~I want to vomit, oh~oh!"
Seeing Shen Zhixu covering his mouth with his hands and his face flushed, Yu'er lost all her shyness and feared that he would vomit on the bed, and she panicked instantly.
"Don't vomit, I'm warning you not to vomit. I'm taking you to the bathroom, don't vomit."
Shen Zhixu's drinking behavior was okay. He didn't get drunk and was quite obedient.
He really held back his vomiting even though he was not allowed to. He only vomited after going to the bathroom and squatting down facing the toilet.
Yu'er was watching from the side. When he finished vomiting, the mouthwash was ready and was handed to his mouth.
The man with red eyes was very obedient. He stood up straight, rinsed his mouth, and had his face covered with a hot towel.
He even washed his hands and feet in a daze under Yu'er's guidance, took off his shirt and tie, lay down on the bed obediently, and fell asleep on his back with the quilt pulled on him.
After all this trouble, it was already late at night.
Yu'er sat beside the bed, watching him sleep soundly, a little absent-minded.
Shen Zhixu's long eyelashes fell down, casting a small shadow under his eyelids, making him look so cute.
Thinking of the sudden kiss just now, that warm touch.
I touched my lips unconsciously, the memory was still fresh and touching.
Yu'er didn't know how long he had been sitting there.
After coming to his senses, I was afraid that he would be thirsty at night and want to drink water, so I put a glass of water on the bedside table before leaving.
Finally she quietly closed the door.
The next morning, Zhou's father, who was holding his temples and had a headache from a hangover, came downstairs in a daze.
This immediately earned him disdainful stares from his wife and daughter.
"Humph, why haven't I seen you so bold before? You're relying on Zhixu to come here, and I'm giving you face, right? If you want to drink, just drink by yourself, why do you have to drag this young man along?"
Yu'er came out with the clay pot porridge, and didn't even look at his father who was nodding his head like crazy after being scolded by his mother.
She walked slowly past the two of them, but couldn't help herself and spoke, adding fuel to the fire.
"Dad, just forget about drinking by yourself, why are you dragging Professor Shen along? He obviously doesn't drink, and he's still lying in bed."
Faced with attacks from both sides, Zhou's father admitted his guilt with a good attitude.
After receiving the cold shoulder from his wife, Mr. Zhou drank a bowl of porridge, and his stomach, which had been empty all night, finally felt better.
Reason took over, and so did guilt.
"Daughter, go and see if Brother Shen is awake."
Yu'er had just finished her meal. She glanced at the porridge and dishes that were cooling down next to her, then got up and went upstairs to knock on the door.
Shen Zhixu also has social engagements on weekdays, but he himself doesn't like drinking very much and his alcohol tolerance is still low.
When I woke up the next day, I felt a headache and dizziness, but I couldn't remember anything about drinking yesterday.
He rubbed his throbbing temples, stood up, frowned, and looked uncomfortable.
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