Chapter 314: Getting Drunk and Doing Whatever You Want

Song Qingqian's tone was stern and full of commands.

But the walking speed is very slow.

It was only a dozen meters away, and the two of them moved forward slowly, step by step.

It seems like there is no end in sight.

Song Qingqian was afraid that He Donglai might fall accidentally.

If a man over 1.80 meters tall fell down, she would not be able to help him up.

Just walk slowly like this.

It looked like we were almost home.

Song Qingqian was thinking about how to get He Donglai to the forefront.

A drunk man wouldn't forget even these things, right?

Hesitating.

He Donglai's words came to my ears again.

Softly, muttering to oneself.

"I like you."

Song Qingqian was stunned for a moment.

She was in a daze and thought she was hallucinating, so she slowly turned around.

At first glance, she met He Donglai's eyes.

The man's dark pupils were deep and unfathomable.

It swallowed up the faint light around it.

Then all the light was focused on Song Qingqian whose reflection was in his pupils.

There was a moment.

Song Qingqian thought He Donglai was pretending to be drunk and he should be sober.

But when He Donglai was sober, he would never speak in such a gentle and peaceful tone, whispering his confession softly and with such sincerity.

She would not just sit there motionless, she would just stretch out her hand obediently and let Song Qingqian pull her.

Along the way, He Donglai did not look ahead or at the ground, but kept staring at Song Qingqian's face.

Under the bright moonlight, Song Qingqian's fair face and stunning beauty seemed to be covered by a layer of transparent gauze.

It perfectly overlaps with the stunningly beautiful girl in He Donglai's memory from his youth.

At that time, Song Qingqian was like a sudden burst of brilliant fireworks in He Donglai's gray life, stunning his poor years.

Fireworks, while brilliant, are also short-lived.

In just a moment, it disappeared.

Only when he woke up in the middle of the night, that proud and beautiful face would appear in his mind again.

Along with it, there is also beautiful piano music.

Tonight...

There is no piano music.

But the girl whom he had never touched before was right in front of him, holding his hand tightly.

Soft, small, and slender.

He could hold it tightly with one hand.

A hint of satisfaction flashed across He Donglai's slightly flushed face.

He spoke in a low voice.

"Nannan..."

An expression of disbelief flashed across Song Qingqian's face once again.

She asked without hesitation.

"What did you say?"

He Donglai was still smiling at her, his dark pupils sparkling behind the lenses.

His thin lips were raised, and his hoarse voice was full of alcohol, making him seem even more charming.

"Nannan, I like you."

This is a seventeen-year-old boy's affectionate confession to the girl deep in his memory.

Night wind.

With a hint of coolness.

But nothing could be done to dispel the heat on Song Qingqian's face.

A look of confused surprise flashed across her bright pink face.

"How do you know that?"

Song Qingqian asked anxiously, and her expression was full of shyness as she frowned and pursed her lips.

Nannan.

That was Song Qingqian's nickname.

To be precise, it is inappropriate to call it a nickname.

It's a nickname.

In the southern region, the elders will call their beloved children "Nannan" again and again.

After being called this for a long time, it became a nickname.

However, Miss Song began to show a rebellious side when she was six years old, and she showed resistance to such a soft nickname.

Even his closest friend, Song Qingqian didn't allow him to call him grandpa anymore.

This nickname that I haven't heard for almost ten years was now being called out by He Donglai.

Song Qingqian was frightened and panicked, not knowing what to do.

At the same time...

The tingling sensation at the tip of my heart is so intense.

A small stream of electric current is vibrating in clusters.

Let your heartbeat suddenly get out of control.

He Donglai was still smiling, and the smile was not only on the corners of his raised mouth, but also in his pupils.

He stared at Song Qingqian without blinking.

The tender love almost overflows.

"Nannan..."

The drunk man did not hear Song Qingqian's question, but just shouted stubbornly and tenderly over and over again.

He had heard of it.

She saw a white-haired man with an extraordinary demeanor calling her like this in a loving voice.

These two words came out of my mouth.

The girl, who is like a proud rose, will blush, get panicked, and stamp her feet in anger.

She would shyly and proudly command, "Stop shouting!"

Since then.

Nannan, these two words were deeply engraved in He Donglai's mind.

He had muttered it over and over again.

But Song Qingqian had never heard it.

"Nannan."

"Nannan."

"Nannan."

Only when you are drunk do you do whatever you want.

He Donglai's voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

But Song Qingqian was still nervous.

It seemed as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at her.

The night wind carried his voice far away.

Really...

Why aren't you listening at all?

"Stop yelling."

She reached out and covered He Donglai's mouth.

Song Qingqian turned her head away, lowered her eyes slightly, trying to hide the panic and blush in her expression.

He Donglai, with his mouth covered, stood still obediently.

But he frowned, the light in his pupils disappeared, and his face became dejected and depressed.

Like a big dog that was thrown out of the house without knowing why.

The drooping eyes seemed to be asking a silent question.

Why? Why can't I shout anymore?

Song Qingqian didn't dare to look at He Donglai, for fear that she would soften her heart after seeing him.

She pursed her lips, put down her hand, and pulled He Donglai hard.

"Come on, stop wasting time and go home quickly. It's time to get some sleep and rest. Otherwise, you won't be able to get up tomorrow—"

Song Qingqian pulled, but it didn't move.

The "wooden man" who had been obediently following her instructions a moment ago now became motionless.

Song Qingqian tried several times but failed to pull it.

He Donglai looked elegant and gentle, and his figure was not as exaggerated as Zhou Chongshan's, but he was still a man of about 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and a body full of muscular muscles.

My chest feels hard.

When dressed, you look thin; when undressed, you look plump.

It's not so easy to be dragged along.

If He Donglai himself is unwilling, even two Song Qingqians may not be able to persuade him.

Song Qingqian really had no choice but to turn around.

What was waiting for her was He Donglai's frowning and thoughtful doubt.

"Nannan, you don't like it?"

"Nannan, why can't you shout?"

"Nannan, it sounds very nice."

The man seemed genuinely puzzled, and kept repeating himself over and over again.

Song Qingqian's ears felt hot and burning when he heard this.

How could she think that the drunk He Donglai was a good dog? He was simply a greedy and nasty man!