Su Luo was speechless.
Is Ye Xiaoman composing music for a new song after drinking?
Why not just go to sleep? What's the rush? Besides, you've been drinking, your mind isn't clear, how can you possibly compose the right music?
Even though he was angry, he couldn't vent it, since he was now living under someone else's roof.
He had no right to care what Ye Xiaoman was doing, even though she was bothering him.
Su Luo covered her head with the blanket, closed her eyes again, and forced herself to fall asleep.
But the piano music was so penetrating, and every now and then there would be a drum set and a guitar.
A while later.
Su Luo felt like her head was about to split open, and she couldn't take it anymore, so she threw off the covers.
I immediately got out of bed and hurried to the karaoke room across the street.
He had already made up his mind. Even if Ye Xiaoman got angry and kicked him out, he would stop her. If he let her continue talking, he would have another episode.
When he arrived at the karaoke room, he was surprised to find that the door was unlocked and slightly ajar, which explained why he could hear so clearly.
His temper flared even more.
Su Luo pushed the door open abruptly, about to explode in anger, but upon seeing the scene before her, she instantly deflated.
Ye Xiaoman sat by the piano stand, her head resting on her arm, and fell asleep.
She was dressed very lightly, in a nude-colored slip dress, and because her hair was short, when she lay down, a large expanse of her snow-white back was exposed.
Her delicate, three-dimensional face was flushed red from the alcohol, her eyes were tightly closed, and her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly.
Although the room is warm, if I sleep in light clothing, I'll definitely catch a cold.
Su Luo sighed deeply, helplessly returned to her room, and found a blanket.
He moved closer to Ye Xiaoman and covered her with a blanket.
After covering herself with the blanket, Su Luo felt uneasy. Sleeping in this position meant that if she wasn't still for a moment, she would fall off the chair.
Even if you're lucky and don't fall off the chair, and sleep soundly until dawn, you'll definitely wake up the next day with a sore back, a sore neck, and other aches.
Wake her up and let her go back to bed.
No, Ye Xiaoman has a bad temper and will naturally be grumpy when she's woken up. If she's sleeping soundly and I wake her up, she'll definitely fly into a rage.
So, Su Luo gritted her teeth and made up her mind.
Pick the person up horizontally from the chair.
Fortunately, Ye Xiaoman is very thin, weighing only about 90 pounds, so Su Luo didn't have too much trouble carrying her.
He walked slowly to Ye Xiaoman's bedroom and kicked the door open.
I was only a few steps away from the bedside.
Ye Xiaoman suddenly woke up and saw that the person in front of her was Su Luo, and that she was being held in his arms. She thought she was dreaming. After all, in reality, Su Luo would never hug her on his own initiative.
So, she boldly hooked her arm around the back of his neck and began to nibble at his long, fair neck.
Su Luo froze, stunned on the spot.
My neck was both sore and itchy, so I angrily scolded her.
"Hey, that hurts! Don't bite me! What kind of pervert are you?"
Ye Xiaoman looked up blankly at Su Luo, who looked like she was about to kill her, and chuckled.
"Will you still reject me in my dream?"
Su Luo's headache worsened. "This isn't a dream, wake up!"
Ye Xiaoman blinked, somewhat confused, and asked in return.
"If it's not a dream, then why are you hugging me? You're the one who's being a pervert, you're taking advantage of me!"
Feeling somewhat guilty, Su Luo quickly walked to the bedside and threw the person onto the bed.
Unexpectedly, Ye Xiaoman did not loosen her grip on his neck at all, and instead pulled him onto the bed as well.
Su Luo was forced to press down on Ye Xiaoman.
The two faced each other, so close they almost kissed. Su Luo hurriedly propped herself up on the mattress with her elbows, irritated.
"Let go of me. I'm not trying to take advantage of you. You were disturbing me and kept me from sleeping, so I went over to stop you. I saw you asleep on the piano and was worried you'd catch a cold, so I carried you back to your room. Do you understand?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaoman's smile deepened, her beautiful phoenix eyes filled with happiness, and her voice became hoarse yet sweet.
"I understand, you care about me and feel sorry for me."
Su Luo felt a headache coming on, but still said honestly, "I'm just concerned about you, is there a problem? You're my friend, shouldn't I care about you? If it were Ye Xiaotian who was drunk and passed out today, I would have done the same."
Ye Xiaoman gently shook her head, the effects of the alcohol seemed to be kicking in again, and she pressed her tongue against her slightly numb palate, mumbling something.
"You can't, you're lying."
Secretly in my heart.
Even if you have the intention, you don't have the strength. My brother is tall and strong, weighing 75 kilograms. How could you, with your small stature, possibly carry him?
The only reason I can carry you is because I'm too thin. You wouldn't be able to carry a fuller-figured girl.
Su Luo's expression grew increasingly grim as he threatened.
"I definitely will. Let me go first, or don't blame me for being impolite."
Ye Xiaoman was not intimidated by Su Luo at all; instead, she hugged him even tighter and said arrogantly.
"So what if you're impolite? Do you think I can't beat you just because I'm drunk? You're underestimating me."
Su Luo's face darkened. "You forced me to do this!"
Ye Xiaoman raised an eyebrow with interest. "Yes, what can you do if I force you?"
Su Luo is so flexible, but she's a trained fighter. She'd like to see what Su Luo can do to her.
Little did she know, Su Luo didn't play by the rules at all and had no intention of fighting her.
Su Luo pulled his hand away and began to grab her armpits and the tender flesh on her side.
Ye Xiaoman is naturally sensitive, and when Su Luo grabbed her like that, she immediately broke down and laughed.
Hahahaha!
"No, don't scratch me, it tickles!"
Su Luo wouldn't listen and gave the order.
"Then let me go right now!"
Ye Xiaoman smiled until her face turned as red as a tomato, but she still wouldn't let go of his hand.
"Hahahaha, no, I won't let go, ah! Hahaha!"
Su Luo continued scratching.
Ye Xiaoman soon laughed until she was exhausted, and her hands finally gave way, causing her to let go of Su Luo.
Su Luo sat up, feeling tired as well, and gasped for breath.
Ye Xiaoman finally stopped laughing, curled up, and started to cry.
"Waaah..."
She rarely cries, but this time she cried partly because she was angry with Su Luo; he wouldn't even let her hug him for a short while.
Another reason is that my stomach hurts so much, it feels like my intestines are twisted into a pretzel, probably because I laughed for too long and got a stitch.
Su Luo asked nervously.
"Hey, why are you crying? I didn't hit you, I was just tickling you, don't try to scam me!"
This was only the second time he had seen Ye Xiaoman cry since he had known her for so long; the first time was when he had an attack.
Ye Xiaoman clutched her stomach, her forehead beaded with sweat from the pain, and cried out in agony.
"My stomach hurts so much..."
Su Luo asked, puzzled, "Why does my stomach hurt?"
Oh no, he must have scratched her too hard and hurt himself.
Feeling a little guilty, she asked, "How about I rub it for you?"
Ye Xiaoman nodded gently and lay down.
Su Luo placed his hands on Ye Xiaoman's flat stomach and gently massaged it.
After massaging for a while, she asked softly, "How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"
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