As time flashed through He Jichen's mind, his mind was instantly drawn back to four years ago.
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That day was a weekend, and there were no classes in the afternoon or evening. With the permission of the class teacher, the class committee organized a dinner for the end of high school career.
At first, when the teacher was there, no one drank. As soon as the teacher left, several boys in the class asked the waiter to bring several boxes of beer.
Farewell is imminent, and it is inevitable to feel a little sad. The classmates in the room tacitly agreed without shirk, and everyone's glasses were filled with wine.
Everyone on that day forgot all the unpleasantness that had happened in the past three years. They had a good chat and the wine in their glasses went away quickly. In the end, almost everyone drank too much, including him.
The boys in the class were obviously very drunk, but they were still drinking one bottle after another.
He was a little dizzy, and he was afraid that he would fall down after drinking, so he made an excuse, left the box, and went to the bathroom.
After washing his face and becoming slightly more conscious, he stood in the corridor and touched a cigarette. Just as he was about to light it, he saw Ji Yi staggering out of the women's bathroom.
He pressed the lighter for a moment, but before he could speak to her, she smiled brightly at him and then trotted up to him unsteadily.
She was obviously drunk and could not stand firmly. Her body was swaying around. He was afraid that she would fall, so he stretched out his hand to help her in time.
Stabilizing her body, she stood on tiptoes and tried her best to bring her face in front of his. She looked at him carefully for a while, as if she recognized who he was, and then she grinned and smiled silly at him. .
Smiling, she burped, then shouted "congratulations" in a muffled voice, and fell into his arms without moving.
He knew she was drunk.
In the hotel upstairs from the restaurant, he casually greeted a waiter and asked him to help open a room. Then he took her room card and carried her upstairs.
He put her on the bed and covered her with the quilt. He wanted to leave, but she was so drunk that she stretched out her hand and hugged his neck.
He pulled her arm several times, but didn't pull it off. He was afraid of hurting her, but he didn't dare to use force. In other words, it was the first time in his history that he was so close to her. He held it with a touch of selfishness. , gave up on breaking free.
He, who had just grown up, really didn't want to do anything to her who had just grown up.
He thought that he and she could at best just lie neatly on the bed and lie on the bed all night.
But after all, he underestimated her attraction to him and overestimated his self-control over her.
He couldn't remember exactly how it started, as he also drank a little too much.
Maybe he took the initiative to put his hand on her neck and rubbed it slowly, or maybe she took the initiative to reach out to his waist, or maybe he and she did something to each other at the same time.
All in all, by the time he reacted, both his and her clothes had been completely removed.
At that moment, he looked at her exposed white skin and saw where there was any sanity. Without any hesitation, he lowered his head and blocked her lips fiercely.
He and she were both quiet until he broke into her body, and she let out a low cry of pain because of the pain.