"Tsk." Someone chuckled in the darkness, and the voice was particularly pleasant: "How much have you drunk? I should have known not to let you touch alcohol."
Qiao Nian was actually conscious, but after talking with Bo Jingxing, the alcohol in her brain made her thinking ability become dull.
She could still hear his voice, which seemed somewhat helpless and doting.
Her eyes were bright in the darkness, and she called out his name softly, "Ye Wangchuan?"
"I am here."
This time the man in the dark should be quick.
Qiao Nian felt him pull her hand away, and the cold towel wiped her cheek. He said with a half smile: "What a drunkard."
The cold touch of the towel left her cheek, and Qiao Nian vaguely heard him say, "Wait a minute, I'll get another towel and wipe you again."
She didn't know what was going on with her heart. It paused for half a second as if it had been hit. Qiao Nian instinctively reached out and grabbed the person who was about to leave. She turned over and nimbly pulled the person onto the bed, then half-knelt on it, squinting her eyes in the dark to try to see the person's face clearly.
"Ye Wangchuan?"
"… "
Ye Wangchuan had not expected that she would suddenly pull him and trap him in a small space. When he reacted, he could already feel the breath spraying on his neck, with a light smell of alcohol that was not unpleasant. And above his head, the girl's hoarse voice was calling his name.
He believed that he had better self-control than ordinary people. At this moment, he stopped breathing for a second. He subconsciously grabbed the girl's wrist and said in a clear and cold voice: "Niannian, do you know what you are doing?"
After he said that, he couldn't help but laugh in the dark.
Qiao Nian was obviously drunk.
He was actually asking a drunk person if he was sober. This was a sign of not being in a clear mind... It was obviously Qiao Nian who was drunk, so how did he become the one who seemed drunk
He chuckled and prepared to stand up and pull the person up.
Who knew that I would hear a faint female voice in my ear, with a rather nonchalant tone, very Qiao Nian: "I know, that's why I asked you if it was him."
Ye Wangchuan stopped grabbing her wrist and tried to see clearly in the darkness whether the expression on her face showed that she was drunk.
The next second, I could feel the faint smell of alcohol approaching me. It sounded like a murmur or a promise.
"I will take responsibility."
"… "
There is only one person in this world who always says he will be responsible for him.
She is the only one who says this seriously every time.
Ye Wangchuan could feel that the self-control that he was so proud of was shattered into countless pieces by the bullet at this moment, and the hand that was holding her wrist also loosened.
In the darkness, I am willing to surrender to her.
**
The next day at noon.
Qiao Niancai rubbed her hungover head, opened her eyes and climbed out of bed. She first changed her wrinkled clothes, then went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Warm water poured over my head.
A few fragments flashed through her mind sporadically, but they flashed away quickly and did not connect together completely.
The slow thinking caused by drinking last night still remained in his body, so Qiao Nian didn't think much about it. He took a shower, changed his clothes and came out.
As soon as she walked to the bedside and picked up her phone, she saw that Qin Si had sent her a message.
She was also wondering what was wrong with Qin Si and why he sent her a WeChat message so early in the morning.
When she clicked it and saw what Qin Si had sent, the corners of her mouth twitched, her head hurt even more, and she didn't want to go downstairs to face it.
Because the dialog box Qin Si sent her clearly read: [Qin Si: Sister Qiao, you are awesome. What did you do to Wang Ye last night? Wang Ye's lips were bitten.]
(End of this chapter)