They really have no respect for elders.
Shen Zhiyi chuckled, opened her lips, stuck out her tongue, and showed him the pill she was holding on the tip of her tongue. With a "pfft," she turned her head and spat it onto the floor.
provocative.
A bloody provocation.
Bo Xu closed his eyes.
He released her wrist, used his left arm to hold her horizontally in his embrace, and with his right hand, he opened a hangover pill and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Swallow it." He pushed his fingertips inside.
It almost clamped down on the base of her tongue.
"Ugh..." Shen Zhiyi subconsciously hugged his forearm, swallowed the hangover pill with a gulp while he stubbornly refused to leave.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were misty, and the tip of her small, round nose was slightly wrinkled.
Eyes, lips, nose... everywhere is pitiful.
And it is lovely everywhere.
Bo Xu's eyes suddenly darkened.
His breathing became heavier.
He withdrew his hand, his fingertips brushing against her soft lips, lowered his eyelashes, picked up the water glass on the table, and brought it to her lips.
"Drink," Bo Xu said, only to find his voice was terribly hoarse.
Her scent still lingered on my skin.
He curled his finger bones.
They even forgot to wipe it off.
Despite the bitter taste of the hangover cure, Shen Zhiyi obediently held her water glass and gulped down several mouthfuls.
Bo Xu forced himself not to look at her.
But that upturned little face, that long, slender neck, and those fingers that held him tightly... every fleeting glimpse was like a deep imprint, burning his thoughts and making his skin burn.
A rare look of panic crossed his face. He pushed Shen Zhiyi away, made her sit on the sofa, put down his water glass, and stood up himself.
Just as I was about to leave, a small hand grabbed my suit trousers.
Shen Zhiyi climbed up by his arm, her legs weak, and fell into his arms.
Bo Xu instinctively grabbed her waist.
Still tipsy, Shen Zhiyi looked at that familiar face and boldly reached out to pat his cheek.
"Hey, little dog, bark!"
Bo Xu narrowed his eyes.
The arm across her waist suddenly tightened.
"Shen Zhiyi, are you looking for death?"
A slow smile bloomed on Shen Zhiyi's lips. "Hehe... you look even more fierce now..."
She stumbled drunkenly into his arms, "How about I die in your arms, you stinky dog?"
Bo Xu's dark pupils suddenly contracted.
He incredulously lowered his gaze to the beautiful face nestled in his arms.
The girl even slipped one hand through the gap in his shirt buttons and boldly touched his abs, saying, "They feel so good..."
“Mine…” she mumbled.
Bo Xu's chest heaved, and he suddenly felt a dryness in his throat.
He turned his face away.
A faint blush crept up her ears.
But he said in a hoarse voice, "Shen Zhiyi, I'll be waiting for your self-criticism when you're sober tomorrow."
...
The moon was setting in the west.
The city was shrouded in a hazy, colorful light.
Beside the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
Bo Xu sat on the sofa in his living room, his jawline taut as he stared at the glass on the coffee table in front of him.
That was the half-glass of wine that Shen Zhiyi had drunk from.
There were faint lipstick marks on the rim of the cup.
He stared at the mark, his gaze seemingly glued to it, until finally he reached out, picked up his water glass, and slowly drank the strong liquor.
The dappled sunlight reflected in the windowpane, and under the influence of the alcohol, slowly coalesced into a captivating, smiling face.
Bo Xu leaned back on the sofa, letting out deep, muffled breaths.
He thought he might be drunk.
Otherwise, how could they have let themselves go to such lengths...?
He was still wearing the same suit he wore that morning.
Meticulous, abstinent and noble.
Even the wristwatch reflects a restrained, cold light.
But that hand was doing something completely inconsistent with his aloof image...
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