"Sorry, I accidentally talked too much," Xu Qingzhou said after finishing picking out the fish. His handsome face flushed slightly. "I've picked it out. Here you go."
The white porcelain plate filled with brown fish meat was pushed back, and Xu Qingzhou even considerately poured a layer of sauce on it.
The chopsticks in Fu Qian's hand were gently placed on the plate. Xu Qingzhou opposite him had already drunk a small bottle of sake and looked dazed.
"Mr. Xu, what I want to say today is that you probably misunderstood. Nothing happened between us last night."
"Ah?" He didn't know whether he understood or not. He looked at Fu Qian in confusion, but his hands did not stop moving. He poured himself another glass.
"I wasn't wearing a shirt because my shirt was wet, it was late, and you kept pulling me, so I fell asleep next to you."
"So..." Xu Qingzhou didn't continue speaking. He was silent for a long time before he stood up unsteadily.
It was hard to tell whether it was because of the drunkenness or the overwhelming sense of shame, but Xu Qingzhou felt dizzy and subconsciously wanted to escape.
"sorry."
He drove here by himself, and now Fu Qian is really worried about him in this condition.
"I'll take you back."
The hand he just extended was shaken away, and Xu Qingzhou got angry.
"Is it fun to watch me act like a fool?"
Fu Qian stood there in a daze, the young man's eyes were frighteningly red, like an angry rabbit.
"I didn't mean to keep it to myself..."
"I hate you so much," Xu Qingzhou curled his lips and tears rolled to the ground. He thought he was almost going to have his own lover, but in the end it was all his own one-man show. Although he knew it was not entirely Fu Qian's fault, he still couldn't help but lose his temper while he was drunk.
"Xu Qingzhou!" Fu Qian hugged the young man who was about to fall and held him in his arms. "Let's talk after you sober up, okay?"
Unfortunately, it was unclear whether Xu Qingzhou was really asleep or pretending to be asleep. He closed his eyes in his arms and did not answer.
"I'm not Xu Qingzhou."
Fu Qian took him in his arms, paid the bill, and put him in the car. "Then who are you?"
"I am the little boat."
In the enclosed space, Fu Qian's laughter was particularly abrupt. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had laughed so sincerely.
"Okay, boat."
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