Chapter 135 Drunk "After all, your brother likes me."...
As night fell, a layer of cold silver spread across the lake's surface.
With a flick of his fingertip, Sang Li caused a sudden burst of fire.
She lit a cigarette, took a puff, and the smoke slowly dissipated between her lips and teeth, like a layer of mist that obscured the emotions in her eyes.
She knew that Yan Xi smoked.
He likes people who are "contradictory".
Therefore, piecing these fragments together into a "persona" is precise and accurate.
In Fei Ling's malicious words, it was a scam targeting the two brothers.
Pooh.
I did put in some effort, after all.
If Fei Ling were to dress up as a woman to seduce someone, that would be a true case of a "pig butchering scam."
Sang Li exhaled a puff of smoke, looked up at the starry sky, and feigned depression.
Like a bud waiting to bloom, waiting to be cherished.
really.
The footsteps came from behind, very steady.
Yanxi's shadow fell on the lake, reflected beside her.
There was a palm's width of space between the two.
Yan Xi also lit a cigarette.
Sang Li raised an eyebrow; he hadn't even asked her for a light.
You should know, she practiced the way she lit a cigarette all night.
It is elegant and charming enough.
Yan Xi did not speak immediately, but waited for about half a minute.
"How did you and my brother meet?" he began, his voice as cold as his appearance.
The cigarette butt between Sang Li's fingers trembled slightly, sparks flickering. She turned her face away, a faint smile playing on her lips.
I was about to casually say that it was in a casino, but I swallowed the words back.
No matter how good you are at acting, don't go down a dead end.
She narrowed her eyes and suddenly thought of a solution.
Whether in reality or in novels, what can most unsettle people is the "contrast".
So she exhaled a puff of white smoke, her eyes revealing a nonchalant ambiguity amidst the swirling smoke.
“Actually,” she said softly, with some certainty, “the person I met first was you. Sit down, don’t stand.”
The two sat on the grass.
Yan Xi's fingers paused on his knee.
Sang Li's smile flickered like a spark: "Isn't that right? You remember too, don't you?"
Sang Li flicked away the ash from her cigarette. There were still some red specks in the special ashtray. She casually remarked, "I actually really enjoy going to all sorts of haunted places, probably because I watch too many horror movies."
She chuckled, her voice languid: "You're quite bold, so I remember seeing you once in an abandoned factory."
Yan Xi's eyes darkened.
He had certainly been to that place.
This corresponds perfectly to the distorted dream.
"Yes," he replied softly, his tone devoid of emotion.
Sang Li seemed amused and complained, half-jokingly, "But you're too scary. Who would be there alone in the middle of the night? If I didn't have a strong heart, I probably would have been scared to death."
Yan Xi smiled but didn't say anything.
The woman in front of me always has an unreal feeling about her.
Sang Li stubbed out her cigarette and looked up at the man beside her.
"Don't you like these kinds of occasions?"
Yan Xi replied without hesitation, "Not at all."
"You must have had a hard time." Sang Li smiled, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she smiled.
They seemed to be handling it with ease.
But I wasn't at ease inside.
No, we need to get closer.
Get closer.
So she simply raised her hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, deliberately letting the fragrance drift over the person in front of her: "I know you are brothers, Yan Jue, whom I met later. It's fate, really."
Sang Li rarely seduced others so blatantly, except during their intimate games, her emotional breakdown with Lu Jin in the bathroom, and then when she was with Yan Xi. Although somewhat awkward, she handled it with ease. After all, Sang Li was certain that the person in front of her hadn't had much experience with women.
For this type of man, maintaining a distant and aloof demeanor is the ideal.
Before she finished speaking, she stood up.
As expected, Yan Xi also stood up.
It's the perfect time.
Sudden.
Sang Li's heel twisted on the lawn, and her body suddenly leaned backward.
The night seemed to be stretched out.
It's like slow motion in a movie.
Yan Xi reacted quickly, stretching out his arm to pull her close.
Sang Li fell directly into his arms.
The crisp minty scent of Yan Xi's breath after smoking mingled with the faint smell of her cigarette.
Her hair brushed against his chin, her warm breath brushed against his neck, so close it seemed she would kiss him if he leaned forward even half a step.
The air between the two was like a string ignited by fire.
Sang Li raised her head slightly, her eyes shining brightly.
Like a warm invitation.
Yan Xi's hand was around her waist, and through the thin fabric, the burning sensation ignited instantly.
The moment he felt Sang Li fall into his arms, he felt as if he could hardly control himself.
Her weight, temperature, and breath were so close that they made my heart race.
He unconsciously tightened his grip on her waist, as if she would disappear into the darkness if he let go.
breathe.
Take a deep breath.
Sang Li held her breath slightly. Now, it should be now!
She eagerly awaited Yan Xi's next move, "Come on, come on!"
Why isn't it moving?
However, Yan Xi's hand remained on her waist, with just the right amount of pressure, but he did not go any further.
His gaze was deep and calm, like a mirror reflecting her every thought and every subtle emotion.
Sang Li felt somewhat disgusted and embarrassed, and even experienced a strange sense of astonishment.
immediately.
Yan Xi steadily lifted her up and straightened her, his movements as smooth as flowing water, without crossing any boundaries.
"..."
Is this not allowed?
Is Yan Xi gay?
No way, no way, the intelligence must be wrong?!
Sang Li straightened up, her breathing becoming rapid with embarrassment.
She thought that at least the battle could end today.
never mind.
Sang Li took a deep breath and secretly made plans in her mind.
Anyway, I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve to seduce people.
There's bound to be one that suits him.
Yan Xi is usually so reserved; he would never take the initiative if he didn't drink.
Why not just force him to drink? A drunk man will reveal his most primal urges.
She disliked overly restrained people, as they hindered the progress of her plans.
If she weren't too busy, she would have liked to play some more, but now she'll pass.
Sang Li asked casually, "They brought a lot of wine today, would you like some? Your brother prepared it for a long time, and it tastes good."
Yan Xi looked up at her, did not refuse, and simply said softly, "Okay."
Sang Li nodded, turned around to get the wine, and Yan Xi followed behind, taking the wine she handed him.
The two sat on wooden chairs in the forest, with a lamp made of imitation candles lit, its yellowish light flickering among the leaves.
The clinking of bottles echoed through the night.
They each took small sips, the wine sliding down their throats, and the atmosphere gradually softened and became ambiguous in the tipsy state.
Sang Li secretly glanced at Yan Xi. His usually cold and handsome features appeared even more profound in the candlelight, but after a few drinks, Yan Xi's face didn't turn red at all.
Yan Xi put down his wine cup, his gaze slowly sweeping over Sang Li, his expression unwavering: "You seem to be very interested in me."
Sang Li pursed her lips, her eyes flickering.
At this point, it's better to admit it than to deny it.
"Yes, I have a photographic memory, but that's not very ethical, since your brother likes me."
Yan Xi chuckled, as if mocking her reserve, but instead of breaking the ambiguous distance, he moved closer.
Sang Li raised an eyebrow and said softly, "But I don't know you at all."
Yan Xi glanced at her sideways and replied indifferently, "Isn't love at first sight just because of looks?"
There was a hint of sharpness in his tone.
"yes."
Let's continue clinking glasses.
The surrounding darkness, like a slowly flowing river, both separated them and subtly drew them closer.
She didn't know how much she had drunk, or if the alcohol was just too good and intoxicating, but the alcohol made Sang Li feel a little dizzy, her eyelids were slightly heavy, and she even began to wonder if she was a little drunk.
Logically speaking, I shouldn't be like this.
She muttered under her breath, "I'm tired, but you have a good alcohol tolerance."
Yan Xi's tone was completely flat: "Your face is a little red."
Sang Li subconsciously touched her slightly flushed face; it was indeed hot.
Yan Xi asked again, "Have you had too much to drink?"
Sang Li shook her head and forced a smile: "No, I'll have some more."
What's going on?
How could one drink too much before getting Yanxi drunk?
What do we do now?
Since we're already here, and we've already gone up there, let's go up there.
So, it wouldn't hurt to push it forward, since Yan Jue is inside and no one will see.
We'll catch as many as we can.
Even completing part of the plan is acceptable.
Aren't they supposed to be able to share a mental system?
The alcohol spread through her body like a flame, and Sang Li's brain began to become hazy. Her thoughts were like crumpled cellophane, only able to reflect the colorful candlelight.
My body started to sway uncontrollably. I always thought I had a good alcohol tolerance, but now it felt like I was tightly wrapped in a soft blanket, and my whole body lost its inertial rigidity.
She pursed her lips and took another small sip of wine. The liquid between her lips and teeth slid down her throat like flames, and the warmth instantly spread to her chest and abdomen.
My body felt like it was suddenly being gripped by something warm and soft, a strange tingling sensation mixed with dizziness.
"Stop drinking," Yan Xi suddenly said.
Sang Li's ears were ringing, but she could still vaguely hear what he was saying.
"You seem a little drunk. Let me take you to your holiday home to rest."
She wanted to agree and add a "thank you," but her voice sounded muffled, as if it were mushy and swallowed, making it difficult to hear clearly.
The next instant, everything went black.
Darkness enveloped her senses like a thick liquid, but her consciousness was slightly suspended, vaguely perceiving the world, yet the world seemed very far away from her.
A warm embrace, arms wrapped around her body.
The air was filled with a faint scent of wood and alcohol, mixed with the coolness of the night.
She was lifted up, the support she was supporting suddenly disappeared, and she was gently placed on a bed.
The sheets felt delicate to the touch, and the moment they touched her body, she trembled slightly.
Then, a soft chuckle reached her ear, leisurely and playful, as if teasing and stimulating her senses.
Sang Li's consciousness was hazy, but in her daze she could feel that approaching presence, warm and oppressive.
Is it Yanxi?
My breathing became heavier involuntarily, and my body seemed to sway between darkness and warmth.
The sound of my own breathing mingled with that low laughter, crashing against the edge of my consciousness like a tide.
Does Yanxi laugh?
That sound...
Why does that laughter sound like it's coming from two people?
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