The surroundings were very hot, as if they had fallen into the stove, and every inch of my skin was boiling. I regained my consciousness and tried to open the two eyelids that seemed to have two pieces of lead blocks, and looked around for a while. It was almost dark, and it should be around eight o'clock. I was lying on a bare bed, without a mattress or bedding, but with a thin layer of bed sheets, and I felt the wooden thorns on the bed board on my back. The decorations in the house were extremely simple, and some were just safes of various colors. After a little counting, there were as many as four rooms in my room.

Where is this? How did I come from?

I wanted to get up from the bed, but my head hurts, and the sky suddenly turns dizzy, and the vomiting look swept over my heart again.

White wine is not as good as beer. Once you get it, it is difficult to keep drinking.

I felt very uncomfortable, and I had the illusion of having a heart disease, which was hot, stuffy, and difficulty breathing. I barely got out of bed and stepped on my canvas shoes. I realized that my upper body was naked and my T-shirt was running. I didn't care about it, so I stumbled open the bedroom door with my steps in the air. I didn't see anyone in the living room, and I saw a safe similar to the bedroom. After confirming the direction of the bathroom, I walked over, pushed the door, lifted the toilet lid, held the washing machine beside me with one hand to stabilize the center of gravity, and held the throat with the other hand, vomiting and vomiting.

I didn’t eat much last night and this morning. I spit out the cold dishes at noon, but I just retching.

I grabbed a towel from the aluminum alloy rack directly above the toilet, wiped my fingers, then half bent my body, held my knees with both hands, and continued to spit into the toilet, but I couldn't spit it out. My brain was drowsy, as if it had turned into a string, extremely dull. I didn't know that getting drunk was such a uncomfortable thing, otherwise I would definitely control my alcohol tolerance and not drink that much.

"Huh? Where is the person?"

I heard a woman's voice coming from the living room, and her feet approached. In a moment, the woman's pretty figure stood in front of the toilet door - it turned out to be Yan Wanru!

"Awakened? Are you getting better?"

"Why are you?" I gasped for two pale breaths, endured the feeling of discomfort and gritted my teeth, "Is this your home? What's wrong with me in the afternoon?"

Yan Wanru looked at me with a wry smile: "What's wrong with you? Don't you know yet? After I went to Hanhai Auction to watch the preview, I met you and the assistant roadside swaying drunk. I was scared at that time. What if a car passed by and hit you? Your phone ran out of battery and couldn't contact your home, so I called a car and helped you to come to me."

I was stunned: "Have you gone to the Hanhai?"

Yan Wan said as a matter of course: "I heard that there was a Yuan blue and white porcelain there, so I naturally had to go and take a look."

I didn't want to talk to others about the Yuan blue and white porcelain. I said oh, and dipped the vomit from the corner of my mouth with that wet towel, "Thank you today, yes, I won't cause you any trouble, I'm going home."

"You are still dizzy, why are you leaving? Don't worry, take a break first... Oh...why are you using to wipe your mouth! Put it down quickly!"

In a blink of an eye, I pulled the towel on my mouth to my eyes and looked at it. I... I was dizzy! It was actually a pair of wet flesh-colored underwear!

"I'll learn to drink when I'm no matter how old I'm," Yan Wan's face burnt, glared at me like a lesson, walked over and took her underwear into her hand, turned on the cover of the washing machine, threw it in, looked at me, she turned around and took off a pink towel from the aluminum alloy rack, "I'll make some sober soup for you, and after vomiting, go into the house and lie down, right, towel."

I smiled awkwardly: "Thank you."

As soon as Yan Wanru left, I immediately blushed and touched my lips. I noticed that several clothes were hung on the bathroom shelf, among which I took the underwear, one of which was my T-shirt and the other was a pair of black trousers, both of which were wet, and it was obvious that I had just washed it. I guess that I probably vomited Yan Wanru's pants on the way, right? However, I really didn't expect that Yan Wanru would wash clothes for me. In my impression, she should be a big man who had three or two nannies at home, and had clothes for food and food to open her mouth. She would not do those trivial things.

My impression of Yan Wanru rose a little more again. I turned around and vomited for a while. I turned on the faucet and blew my face. I turned back to the bedroom, lay on the bed and wiped my sweat. The alcohol was still in my heart, but I still didn't vomit completely. It was uncomfortable and uncomfortable. I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep.

Squeak...

The door of the house was pushed open, "Is the bed a little hard? Sorry, this house is not usually occupied, so I treat it as a warehouse to store things, so there is not even a bedding at home. After searching for a long time, I took out a bed sheet and three pillows." The bed board in front of my chest creaked and was sat down, "Come on, have some soup to relieve the wine."

I couldn't open my eyes, closed my eyes and said with difficulty: "Thank you so much, I won't drink it."

"This is a hangover, get up and drink it."

"I'm not drunk, I just want to lie down for a while."

"Okay, okay, you're not drunk, but you've vomited so much, you have to eat something, come on." My head was slapped, and then a warm touch came from my lips, which was a spoon, "... Open your mouth, say, be good, obedient."

Uh, can you stop treating me as a child?

But Yan Wanru, a celebrity who often shows her face in the media, can treat me so considerately, who I have known for a few days, which really makes me feel moved. I put my elbow on the bed board and twisted my body hard, "...I will do it myself."

"Is it still uncomfortable? No, just lie down, I'll feed you." After that, she heard her sigh in a low voice and mutter softly: "Oh, nowadays, what are the benefits of smoking and drinking? You're just messing around."

I defended myself: "I don't know that the liquor is so strong."

"Don't drink it next time, as something is easy to get into trouble, do you know?"

Yan Wanru's soft and gentle tone warmed my heart, and the lingering haze seemed to have dispelled a lot. I agreed, opened my eyes a gap, and looked for the spoon and opened my mouth.

Oh, I suddenly thought that since she had washed her underwear and trousers and there was no clothes at home that was regarded as a warehouse, then she...hadn't she have no clothes to wear at this moment?

My heart beat, and I couldn't help but take the corner of my eyes and glanced secretly over there.

Yan Wanru sat on the bed in front of my left hand. At this time, her white shirt naturally hung on her legs, and her plump buttocks were tightly wrapped by a dark green pillowcase, creating a perfect and plump arc. The pillowcase buckle tied to her hips seemed to collapse at any time, shaking.

She tied her pillowcase around her waist as a skirt. The width of the pillowcase is limited, and it looks like a sexy miniskirt.

Perhaps it was because of the effect of alcohol, I didn't control the time, so the secret glance lasted for more than a second.

Is it empty inside?

Yan Wanru twisted her hips calmly and raised the spoon in front of me: "...drink soup."

"Oh, ahem, thank you." I don't know if she saw my little movement.

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Chapter completed!