That Xiaoer was just a low-level person, and couldn't control much. After bringing Ning Yuan up, he bowed and retreated.
Ning Yuan had a complicated expression. He stood outside for a long time, watching the dim light coming out through the screen windows, tightening his thin lips, and finally made up his mind and opened the door to enter.
"Crack—"
Ning Yuan stepped in, and the breath of alcohol rushed into his nose. He frowned, closed the door of the box with his backhand, and walked over quickly.
Entering the eyes made his breathing stagnate, and his heartbeat slowed by a beat.
The boy's cheeks were red, his jet-black pupils were drunk in the candlelight, the ink was lightly scattered, and his robe was ripped apart in a mess. Hearing the sound at this time, he was looking up at him, and just ran into his eyes.
There were grievances, incomprehension, and sadness hidden in those clear eyes. Ning Yuan's heart twitched. His brain hadn't reacted yet. His legs had already moved quickly, and he strode towards the teenager.
"Qinglan?" Ning Yuan touched the young man's black hair and asked softly, "It's okay? Why did I drink so much wine."
"Hiccup—you, who are you..." The young man squinted his eyes, burped his wine, and pointed his finger at the person in front of him.
Because he couldn't see the appearance of people clearly, with double images, he frowned in annoyance and pursed his plump lips unconsciously.
Ning Yuan sighed, and helplessly took his hand off, "I am Big Brother Ning, goodbye, it's getting late, I'll send you back to rest."
In the next moment, his hand was shaken violently.
The boy's eyes widened, like an angry cat, "I don't! You, you are not Brother Ning! He won't come! He doesn't want me, he doesn't want me... ooh..."
As he said, his eye circles started to redden slightly, and water vapor hung on the slender eyelashes, as if he could cry out aggrieved in the next moment.
Ning Yuan’s heart throbbed, and he kept softly comforting, "Good luck, how come Brother Ning doesn’t want you? Brother Ning loves you the most..." Ning Yuan hurriedly stopped, paused, and then changed his words: "Brother Ning’s most painful brother is Qing. Lan, goodbye—"
"Woo... Lie! Then why didn't he come! I don't like him anymore, bad guy!" The young man shook him off, staggered and went to pull the door, helplessly drunk, his legs were weak, and he was about to fall when he staggered.
Ning Yuan was startled, ignoring the pain of being bitten by ten thousand ants, hurriedly stepped forward to hold him. He hugged him inadvertently. Ning Yuan's arms became stiff and his pupils tightened. Numerous alcohol-scented body scents penetrated into his nasal cavity, went straight into his brain, and then penetrated every corner of his skin.
"You let me go! Let me go! Bad guy! I'm going to find Brother Ning and Brother Ning to save me!" The young man struggled, muttering some messy words, making Ning Yuan dumbfounded.
It took a long time to stop his struggle, and the two of them were already sweating on their foreheads and their clothes were untidy.
Obviously, he said that he hated him, disliked him, and so on. The next second he kept saying that he wanted to find him and ask him to save him.
It can be seen how disappointed the boy was that he did not attend the appointment, and how dependent he was in his heart. Even in danger, the first thing that comes to mind is him.
But he—
But he has feelings that he shouldn't have towards his younger brother who trusts him and admires him!
Ning Yuan closed his eyes in pain, screened away the messy thoughts, and hugged the boy up, "Qing Lan, it’s Brother Ning that’s not good, so let’s go back and rest first.
"No! Woo... I have to wait for Brother Ning..."