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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