Lin Yan leaned against the wall outside the bathroom door, listening to the movement from inside, secretly regretted, it was over, how did she know that Song Yuhang couldn't drink so much, what was mixed with spirits, wouldn't it be fatal
Thinking this way, the sound of flushing water came from inside, the door was pushed open, Song Yuhang stumbled out, and was about to kneel on the ground, Lin Yan helped him up.
"You... are you feeling better?"
Song Yuhang sank, she had to use some strength, Song Yuhang stood up with difficulty by hooking her neck, his eyes were blurred, and he was so drunk.
The two staggered back, the vague smell of perfume kept coming to them, Song Yuhang sniffed and hiccupped: "Lin... Lin Yan..."
Lin Yan turned her face away, pinched her nose tightly, and was pushed back again, forcing her to meet her eyes.
Maybe it was because of drinking, the always introverted person opened up the chatter box, Song Yuhang's head was muddled, and his tongue was also knotted: "Don't... don't be angry... on the martial arts arena... I didn't... I didn't mean it... yes... yes yes Right... sorry..."
Lin Yan was angry and funny after listening to the first half, the smile hadn't fully surfaced on his face.
Song Yuhang held her face in his hands, looked left and right: "No...but...they are right...you...you are really...really good..."
Lin Yan's forehead twitched violently, and threw the person away: "Fuck you Song Yuhang, let's go, I don't care about you!"
Song Yuhang couldn't stand upright, and was pushed so hard that he stumbled and bent down to cough.
Lin Yan clenched her lower lip, seeing her miserable appearance, she turned around and left.
Damn Song Yuhang, he will push his nose to his face and make an inch of it.
However, since she has apologized, what exactly is she angry about
Seeing her and Lin Ge go out together, I feel very uncomfortable and bored, she is used to controlling everything in the palm of her hand, is it so overbearing that she even has to control other people's relationship
It's horrible.
When Lin Yan was thinking in her heart, she was caught off guard by someone grabbing her wrist. Song Yuhang staggered after her and asked her the same question.
"You... What are you angry about?" When she said this, she subconsciously leaned against her because she couldn't stand still, with her chin resting on her shoulder, and she followed the fragrance.
She likes the smell of Lin Yan very much, it wakes her up and makes her addicted.
Lin Yan was caught off guard by the bump, staggered back a few steps, and pressed his back against the solid wall.
The restless head between the necks was still arched inward, Lin Yan couldn't bear it anymore, pinched the back of her neck and picked her up like a big cat, gnashing his teeth: "Song Yuhang, are you finished?!"
"It's not over! It's not over!" The voice of the person in the arms suddenly became louder, causing passers-by to look at the two of them, as if Lin Yan had done something unconscionable by abandoning his wife and son.
"You don't tell me what you are angry about, this matter is endless!" Song Yuhang panted slightly, his eyes were like stars, probably because of the strong alcohol, his eye sockets were moist.
She seldom showed this kind of expression, and in Lin Yan's eyes, she looked rather fragile, and because of the scars on her face, she looked even more haggard.
She knew what she had done by herself, those few blows should have been painful, but she insisted on not saying a word.
She mixed that glass of wine by herself, and the strength was far higher than that of ordinary cocktails. She drank it even though she poured it down.
Song Yuhang, oh Song Yuhang, how can you tolerate my waywardness so far
Do you know that this will make me more and more presumptuous
Lin Yan thought so, turned his eyes away, and asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"
She answered irrelevant questions, but Song Yuhang was stunned for a moment. The man who was so drunk thought she was crying for pain, so he stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, patting her on the back lightly.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore... I'm sorry... I didn't strike hard or lightly... I won't fight with you anymore... You won't even fight if you ask me to..."
As she talked, she patted her on the back like coaxing a child, speaking incoherently and confusedly: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt... You suffered in the detention center... I know, I know... Lin Yan... it doesn't hurt anymore..."
The three words "It doesn't hurt anymore" she repeated repeatedly seemed to hit her heart with a heavy hammer. If it was just a tightness in her chest just now, it is sore and astringent now.
Coupled with the murmured "Lin Yanna", a rush of heat rushed into the eyes in an instant.
In the suffering of her first half of her life, no one except Chun Nan would call her name tenderly, pat her on the back and say: It doesn't hurt anymore.
Never, ever.
Fighting wits and courage with her family, and fighting to the death with outsiders, her growth has been ups and downs, and her life hangs by a thread several times.
Lin Yan felt that as long as she could remember, she was walking an invisible tightrope, and there was an abyss outside. She was cautious, like walking on thin ice.
Until this moment, she was held in Song Yuhang's arms, that person warmed her with body temperature, pressed her head towards him, patted her back, and stroked her hair at the same time, his voice was low but soft , chattering.
Lin Yan suddenly had a feeling that he had landed on the ground.
She stood firmly on the ground, stood beside her, and was treated tenderly, although she couldn't tell what kind of relationship she had with Song Yuhang, just like Song Yuhang didn't understand his feelings for Lin Yan at this time Same.
But there is no doubt that this moving feeling is real, and this feeling is real and beautiful.
Taking advantage of her hugging posture, Lin Yan wiped the tears overflowing from her eyes on her jacket as her sleeves rubbed against each other.
The man standing not far away slowly drank the wine in his glass. He stood here for a while and witnessed the whole process after they came out of the bathroom.
Lin Yan was not such a careless person, they were all too involved to notice his existence at all.
A hint of meaning appeared in the man's eyes, and he turned back to the venue with an empty wine glass.
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"Let me take her home first. She will definitely not be able to take a taxi by herself after she looks like this." Lin Yan stuffed people into the car, and threw Song Yuhang's backpack into it, and Lin Ge held the car door for them.
"What about you, are you okay? You also drank a lot."
Lin Yan smiled: "Hey, I'm used to it, you don't know how much I can drink, my wife can't pour a thousand cups."
"Don't be brave, you'll be so drunk that you won't even be able to find your own home, why don't I find someone to see you off?" Lin Ge was still a little worried.
Lin Yan snorted: "You can't worry about her, you can't worry about me, don't worry, I won't eat her, or do you want to..."
There was such a hint of teasing in his expression.
Lin Ge was helpless, as if he wanted to reach out and hit her on the head, but when he reached halfway, he felt that this was inappropriate, so instead he stroked the top of her hair lightly, just like when he was a child.
"What are you talking about, your brother, am I the kind of person who takes advantage of others? Your surname is Lin, and you will always be my younger sister. Even if I marry a wife and have children, this fact cannot be changed."
The moonlight is gentle, and his expression is magnanimous. For Lin Yan, Lin Ge is the only warmth in childhood.
The icing on the cake is the icing on the cake, and no one remembers it, and the friendship is deep when sending charcoal in the snow.
This kindness will be in her heart for the rest of her life.
"Oh, come on, come on, goosebumps all over the place." The car stopped on the main road, and the driver urged by honking the horn. Lin Yan rubbed his arms, got into the car as well, and waved goodbye to him.
"See you later, I'll buy you a drink next time I have a chance."
Before Lin Ge finished speaking, the car door was locked and he left in a hurry.
"Hey—do you know where his family is?"
as predicted.
The master asked her, "Miss, where are you going?"
Lin Yan frowned, it's over, I forgot to ask where Song Yuhang's house is.
She patted the face of the person in the back seat: "Song Yuhang, Song Yuhang, wake up, where is your home?"
Song Yuhang groaned twice, got up and slapped her hand away, and fell into her arms again, no matter how much Lin Yan yelled, he couldn't explain why.
Really drunk enough.
Lin Yan gritted her teeth and went to rummage through her clothes. In a daze, Song Yuhang only felt that someone was touching her pocket, and subconsciously wanted to break her hand.
"It hurts, hurts... Let go!"
Lin was tired of the pain, and her wrist was numb after being broken by her.
Hearing this familiar voice, Song Yuhang let go, and muttered: "Touch... touch... let Forensic Doctor Lin touch... you can't... you can't beat her..."
Lin Yan was amused: "Why can't you hit her?"
Lying on her lap, Song Yuhang yelled loudly: "No! I just can't! Hit... break... I want to treat her well... yes... treat her well!"
Lin Yan's heart became hot, and her ears turned red. The driver was still listening in front. She gritted her teeth and covered her mouth to block the babbling voice: "Okay, shut up quickly, you, master, go to Qingshan villa."
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Song Yuhang may not know that she is not only the first guest of Secret Base No. 03, but also the first guest of Qingshan Villa.
Lin Yan helped her get out of the car, and as soon as the car came to a stop, she began to spit in the flower bed by the side of the road.
I didn't eat much in all, and all I spit out was acid water, which was extremely uncomfortable.
Lin Yan watched her disgusted and put his hand on her back, gently comforting her.
After about five or six minutes, Song Yuhang recovered after vomiting cleanly, and Lin Yan helped her to walk inside.
Song Yuhang opened his eyes and took a weak look at the surrounding environment: "Where is this?"
"my home."
Song Yuhang was tall, long-legged, and heavy. Lin Yan had to use a little strength to support her shoulders, hold her waist tightly, and walked staggeringly on high heels.
"Oh." She replied, then closed her eyes in a daze.
Lin Yan turned on the light and looked around the villa. Although it was big, it was not popular, because she did not allow her servants to spend the night here and there was no guest room. There was only one master bedroom, which was hers.
Lin Yan's scalp tingled at the thought of this person lying on her bed with a stench.
No, no, no, definitely not.
She glanced at the living room downstairs, almost unable to hold on anymore, gritted her teeth and dragged him onto the sofa.
Forget it, let her lie here and make do with it for the night, no matter how you look at it, Song Yuhang is not a pick and choose person.
"Bag...bag...my bag..." Song Yuhang's backpack fell to the ground while walking, and he didn't know what important things he had, so he insisted on carrying it with him.
Lin Yan rolled her eyes, let go of one of her arms, and leaned over to pick it up, but didn't notice that she couldn't stand still, and all her weight fell down, and the world spun, and the two fell into the sofa together.
Lin Yan was dizzy from the pressure, her head was still lying on her chest, and she was already breathing evenly.
Lin Yan only felt that tonight Song Yuhang was challenging her bottom line all the time. Could this be the retribution for feeding her alcohol
Before she thought about it, she pulled her ears: "Wake up, wake up, get up, hello!"
Song Yuhang slapped her hand away: "Don't... don't make noise..."
After finishing speaking, he smacked his mouth twice, and buried his head in her...
Lin Yan couldn't bear it anymore and slapped her away. Song Yuhang seemed to sense it, turned his face, and still hugged her tightly and didn't let go.
Lin Yan pushed it a few times and didn't move at all. Damn it, it's so dead, what did you eat to grow up
It is impossible for her to be violent to her now, if she does it without any precautions, Song Yuhang will be crippled.
Lin tired and endured it again: "Did I owe you in my fucking life?"
She was answered by quiet breathing.
Song Yuhang fell into a deep sleep, with his head buried on her body, as if he had found a warm haven, the pillow was fragrant and soft, and she couldn't help hugging him tighter and tighter.
Lin Yan was about to be strangled by her, what's more, she was not indifferent, when the heat gently brushed her skin, her toes curled up due to numbness.
She clasped the sofa tightly with her fingers, almost gasping for breath, trying to move her head to the side, but just as she lifted her head up, she saw Song Yuhang frowning, as if feeling a little uncomfortable, and reached out to grab his collar.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Lin tired of asking her.
Song Yuhang closed his eyes, pulled off his collar, and scratched his neck: "Itches..."
Visible to the naked eye, a large rash appeared on the neck.
She seemed to be uncomfortable everywhere, twisting and scratching vigorously, and soon drew a few bloodstains.
Lin Yan grabbed her hand: "Don't move!"
Song Yuhang was very obedient, he was still moaning, but he honestly asked her to take off her clothes, and when she saw the big red spots, Lin Yanjiu woke her up with fright.
"Damn it, why didn't you tell me about your alcohol allergy! Get up!"
Maybe it was really uncomfortable, Song Yuhang was limp and had no strength, and was pushed down by her force, Lin Yan helped her to lie down, and lifted her feet onto the sofa.
"Do you know that alcohol allergies can kill people? Still drinking? Ah?" Lin Yan scolded, turned on the desk lamp, opened her eyelids and looked, it was okay, the pupils responded to light normally.
"Where else is itching?"
Song Yuhang pointed at his neck, unable to speak because of discomfort, and wanted to scratch again.
Lin Yan slapped the back of her hand: "Don't scratch!"
Song Yuhang looked a little aggrieved, most of the wine was sober: "Itchy..."
"Hold it!" Lin Yan said as he raised her arm and rolled up her sleeves to check if there were any other rashes.
"Turn over, let me look at your back."
Song Yuhang was reluctant, and when he met her eyes, he closed his mouth politely, and was pushed over to face the sofa thinking about his mistakes honestly.
While Lin Yan was doing palpation, Song Yuhang clenched her lower lip slightly. Her hands were small, pinching and pressing as if she was gently massaging. The itchy feeling disappeared, but another feeling came out.
Especially climbing up her spine.
Song Yuhang clenched the sofa tightly tightly, almost biting his lower lip for bleeding, but a short minute seemed like a century to her.
"Okay, lie down. Fortunately, it's not serious. I'll find medicine for you."
As Lin Yan spoke, he ran up the stairs and plunged into his laboratory.
"Astemizole, Astemizole..." She sounded plausible, and she rummaged through the neatly arranged cabinets, and there was no sign of allergy medicine in the water of antiseptic topical medicines.
Lin Yan turned her head, went to the drawer under the desk again, and dug it out, but couldn't find what she wanted.
"Damn, where did you put it?" Lin Yan cursed in a low voice, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and turned around and ran to the study in a hurry.
When she came back again, panting slightly, she stuffed a box of pills and water into her palm.
"Here, eat quickly."
Song Yuhang held the warm cup in a daze, looked up at her, but saw that Lin Yan was sweating on his forehead, and his hair was messed up, his heart felt warm.
"I didn't know that Forensic Lin also had such a gentle side."
"Fuck off, it's not... no..." Lin Yan showed her true colors when she opened her mouth. She was praised as "gentle" in person. I found it."
Song Yuhang smiled, without hesitation, opened the tablet and stuffed one into his mouth, then drank the glass of water with a gurgle.
She was dizzy and exhausted.
When Lin Yan turned around to throw the trash, she fell asleep again.
Under the orange light, Song Yuhang fell into a deep sleep, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and his lips looked plump and moist because he had just drank water.
The jacket was left open, and the short sleeves inside were torn apart because of just being scratched, revealing a bit of thin collarbone and graceful curves.
Her skin color is not as sickly white as Lin Yan's, but a normal Asian skin color between wheat and bronze.
Coupled with the perennial fitness, her height and long legs are very strong, which is another kind of female beauty that is different from her.
Lin Yan looked at it and felt that it was better for her not to dress up, so as not to harm others, she reached out to gather her clothes, took the glass from her hand, turned off the lamp, and carried a quilt upstairs It came down and covered her.
I wanted to go upstairs to sleep, but seeing her flushed face, Lin Yan touched her forehead again, it was still a little hot.
Alcohol allergies can vary greatly, especially for a teetotaler like Song Yuhang. After thinking about it, she sat down with her back against the sofa and yawned sleepily.
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This Ye Linyan woke up several times, got up to check her situation, especially when she saw her unconsciously scratching her neck with her hand in her sleep, the skin was broken.
She used iodine to moisten the gauze and gently wiped it for her until it was almost dawn.
Song Yuhang had no dreams all night, the phone vibrated repeatedly in his backpack, until finally it was turned off because of lack of battery.
When she woke up in the morning, what she saw was a fluffy head, Lin Yan's curly hair was scattered on her body, and she was fast asleep next to the edge of the sofa, with her hands still on her waist.
Song Yuhang gently moved her arm down, lifted her upper body, and pushed the hair scattered on her forehead behind her ears.
Lin Yan's face was a little pale, probably because he hadn't had a good rest, and his eye circles were black and blue.
She... just lay down and guarded herself all night
Song Yuhang's heart suddenly felt distressed, and he got off the sofa carefully. He couldn't bear to wake her up, so he stretched out his hand and hugged her up.
Lin Yan woke up startled, feeling weightless, unable to speak: "What... what are you doing?!"
Song Yuhang was hungover and still had no strength in his body. A thin layer of sweat oozes from his forehead while holding her up the stairs: "Don't move around, where is your room, go back to sleep."
"Goddamn Song Yuhang, if you dare to throw me down, you will die. I'll tell you!" Lin Yan cursed, and just as he finished speaking, Song Yuhang let go of the strength in his hand, and immediately sank.
Lin Yan screamed, hugged her neck tightly, and closed her eyes tightly.
The expected pain did not appear, Song Yuhang sneered lightly: "Aren't you not afraid?"
Lin Yan hooked her neck and cursed: "F*ck..."
Song Yuhang got serious: "Okay, tell me where I am, or I really won't be able to hold it anymore."
"Go straight, the innermost room."
Song Yuhang strode over with her in his arms, but Lin Yan still taunted her mercilessly: "You trash, I can't even lift a hundred catties, last time a man hugged me naked I ran around upstairs and downstairs."
Song Yuhang smiled but didn't smile. He was so excited by her words that he twisted the doorknob and threw him on the bed: "Who is to blame? Who is to blame for my alcohol allergy? You wait for me to recover and try."
Lin Yan was thrown to the ground, so he picked up a pillow and threw it at it: "Blame you! Blame you! If you weren't angry, I could feed you?!"
"You Lin forensic doctor has a lot of tricks, if it's not this time, there will be another time." Song Yuhang accepted it lightly, and sat on the side of the bed.
"Then why do I feel that you are willing to be punished and slapped every time?" Lin Yan said, gnashing his teeth, as if trying to test something.
Song Yuhang avoided her gaze and touched his nose unnaturally.
Lin Yan became more aggressive: "Do you know what you said to me when you were drunk last night?"
"I don't know." Song Yuhang honestly shook his head: "I have no impression."
Lin Yan hugged a pillow and looked at her, with a slightly more cunning smile: "Tell me~ let Forensic Doctor Lin touch it~"
The first sentence made Song Yuhang's shame level explode, and she blushed up to her ears.
"Also, you can't hit Forensic Doctor Lin~ it will break it~ You have to treat her well..."
Before Lin Yan finished speaking, someone covered her mouth and dragged her into the quilt: "Shut up."
One struggled, the other wanted to surrender, but in the end she didn't know how to do it. When Song Yuhang came back to his senses, she was already on Lin Yan's body, their eyes met, and both of them were panting heavily.
The place where she slept last night was attached to her chest, and the softness almost instantly recalled her memory. The brain has forgotten it, but the body still remembers it.
Song Yuhang's throat was dry, and each other's eyes were full of fire that was still wanting to talk, and Lin Yan was letting out her desire all the time.
The affectionate eyes, the reddish corners of the eyes, the slightly frowning eyebrows, the slender neck and...
She swallowed almost subconsciously, no matter what Lin Yan said was true or false, she seemed to understand why the man carried her up and down the stairs, and also seemed to understand why so many people To get close to her, to possess her.
No one spoke anymore, and there seemed to be invisible sparks burning in the air, which even raised the temperature.
Song Yuhang didn't dare to move, she just swallowed frantically to relieve the thirst in her throat, she felt that if she didn't drink any more water, she might go crazy and die in her pupils.
In the end, Lin Yan reached out and closed her eyes, and said softly, "Get up."
Although the voice was soft, it contained so much that it was undeniable.
Song Yuhang got a chance to catch his breath, and he got up on a wheel, his heart beating like a drum, and only then did he realize that his face flushed.
What she wants to do, what she wants to do, just now!
How could she have such thoughts towards Lin Yan.
She wished she could slap herself hard to wake up.
She desperately wanted to escape from here, but she didn't dare to look at her: "That... I will lend you two clothes."
"The cloakroom is downstairs." There was no wave in her voice.
Song Yuhang has already rushed out: "Thank you."
Lin Yan sighed softly at the empty room, couldn't sleep anymore, and started to get up to take care of himself.