Chapter 315 Take off your clothes and go to sleep

"It's up to you, just scream if you want!"

Song Qingqian was ultimately no match for He Donglai and had no choice but to compromise.

But when it comes to compromise.

She also did not forget to state her conditions in a haughty manner and give orders in a domineering manner.

"But I warn you, don't call me that in front of outsiders!"

I don’t know whether He Donglai understood it or not.

His wrinkled brows relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on Qingjun's face again, but there was still only Song Qingqian in his eyes.

Obvious satisfaction.

Are you happy about this?

A big dog will wag its tail happily only if you throw it a big bone.

What she gave me, what does it count for?

Song Qingqian thought it was a bit ridiculous.

But when she pulled He Donglai forward again, the tall man followed her obediently, following closely step by step.

Even the stairs were walked smoothly without any problems.

Guanshan Gate and entered the house.

Song Qingqian asked He Donglai to sit on the chair and not move.

The man also sat obediently, his back straight, his hands on his knees, and he did not forget the strict military style at all.

Song Qingqian remembered what Jiang Rou said, that strong tea can sober people up.

She found the teapot at home, grabbed a handful of tea leaves, and used the hot water in the thermos to make a cup of strong tea.

The tea leaves that spread out after steeping almost filled the teacup.

This tea must be strong and hot.

Song Qingqian took another cup, poured out some of the strong tea, and blew gently on the rim of the cup.

While she was blowing air, He Donglai sat obediently on the chair and looked at her motionlessly.

"What are you looking at? I told you not to drink, but you still drank so much. That's liquor, can you drink one cup after another? Now I have to take care of you, who do you blame?"

She pretended to be angry and complained aloud.

The drunk man just sat there straight, motionless, as if he accepted everything Song Qingqian said.

Song Qingqian walked up to He Donglai.

He sat and she stood.

It became Song Qingqian looking down from a high place.

She snorted softly, "Will you drink again in the future?"

Then he ordered, "Shake your head for me."

After hearing this, He Donglai looked confused and shook his head gently.

Song Qingqian was satisfied now, with a smile on his face.

"That's more like it. If you drink again in the future, I will lock you out. I won't open the door for you."

She continued speaking angrily.

But the action of blowing the strong tea never stopped.

After a while.

After the strong tea has cooled down a bit.

"Here, drink the tea. Drink it all. Don't leave any left. Do you understand me?"

Song Qingqian put the teacup in He Donglai's hand.

The man took the teacup and drank sip by sip, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

Song Qingqian looked at his neck, glanced for a few seconds, and then quickly looked away.

He Donglai finished the strong tea, not even a drop was left.

"Here you go."

He passed the cup over.

Song Qingqian took it and put it aside.

"Okay. It's late. Just make do with it. Don't take a shower today. Go back to bed."

At Song Qingqian's command, He Donglai stood up.

He took a few steps forward, towards his room, but suddenly stopped.

Song Qingqian looked at his strange reaction.

"What's wrong with you? Do you have a headache? Or are you feeling unwell?"

He Donglai shook his head.

"What's the matter? Why don't you go back to bed?"

"Go back and sleep first."

The alcohol paralyzed the root of his tongue, causing He Donglai to speak slowly, with his words gushing out one by one.

Song Qingqian said, "You go to sleep first. I will see you lying down before returning to the room."

He Donglai shook his head, "No, you go back first."

He frowned and said, "It's late, go to bed."

Do you realize it's late?

Song Qingqian was complaining in her heart.

But a sober person should not try to reason with a drunk person.

Outside the door a few minutes ago.

Song Qingqian had already seen He Donglai's stubbornness.

If she didn't get her way, this man might confront her for the whole night.

"Okay, I'll go back first..."

Song Qingqian had no choice but to compromise again.

She turned and walked towards the room.

The man stood behind her, just staring at her silently.

It was like a long time after they got married.

Sometimes Song Qingqian would simply lock herself in the room, and sometimes, upon hearing the sound of He Dong coming and going, she would immediately rush back to the room.

She always deliberately avoids men.

In the best case scenario, I just said a few polite and thoughtful words.

Then he turned around and slammed the door.

Song Qingqian was too familiar with this evasive posture, and it seemed too natural to him.

She had never imagined what expression He Donglai would have when he saw her walk into the room.

This moment.

Song Qingqian was worried about the drunk He Donglai, so when she closed the door, she turned around and looked outside.

She saw...

Even though alcohol numbs most of a man's expressions and emotions.

But eyes can't deceive.

Obvious loneliness and frustration filled his brows.

The big dog that was wagging its tail majestically just a moment ago has turned into a wet bereaved dog.

He Donglai just stood there, his eyes never leaving.

Rather than saying that he was looking at Song Qingqian at the moment, it would be more accurate to say that what he saw before him were countless days and nights, and a door that was tightly closed and that he could never walk through.

Loneliness and sadness filled the man's chest.

It seemed as if his eyes would turn red in the next second.

so……

Is He Donglai like this every time she closes the door?

Song Qingqian's fingers grabbed the door and couldn't help but pull hard.

The fingertips were pale white.

Her chest tightened and she felt uncomfortable because of He Donglai's expression at that moment.

Song Qingqian was closing the door slowly.

But the man standing there remained motionless, with no intention of turning his head away, and continued to stare.

All this made a soft spot in Song Qingqian's heart collapse silently.

It feels sour and painful.

"Dongla, come in."

Song Qingqian stopped closing the door, but opened it again.

Before He Donglai could react to what was happening.

Song Qingqian had already walked towards him and grabbed his hand.

Just like holding his hand and going home before.

Once again, she held his hand tightly.

Fingers intertwined.

"Come with me."

Bang!

There was another loud door slam.

But this time, He Donglai was not outside the house, but inside.

After entering the house.

Song Qingqian pushed the man onto the bed, watched his figure sway, and sat down staggeringly.

She clasped her arms around her chest, raised the corners of her eyes, and lifted her chin.

"Take off your clothes and go to bed!"