Gu Congli had a headache.

Holding the phone in one hand, he took off the strap of his yukata, walked to the closet, opened it, and pulled out two items: "Where are you now?"

Shi Yin babbled nonsense: "I am your father."

"..."

Gu Congli put his fingers on the clothes hanger and said coldly: "Shi Yin."

Shi Yin didn't hear the chill in his voice at all, and his tone became more aggressive and vague: "What are you doing? What are you calling dad for? Do you still want to rebel?"

As she spoke, she burped again, and then there was an intermittent banging sound from the other end of the phone, and the sound of slippers dragging on the floor. She retched, lay down next to the sink, and turned on the faucet.

The cold water rushes on the back of the hand.

Gu Congli paused and softened his tone: "Shi Yin, where are you."

He let out a "huh" sound, mixed with the sound of water.

"Are you at home?"

She said "uh" again.

Gu Congli put on a sweater and said, "Just wait for me at home for ten minutes. Do you hear me?"

Shi Yin was dissatisfied with his commanding tone. He lay on the sink, pointed at the mirror, and frowned: "Why are you ordering me?"

"Don't run around, I'll buy you fried pork chops, be good." Gu Congli tied the belt with one hand and coaxed softly.

She hesitated for a while and bargained with him: "Then I will also eat large intestine noodles."

"Okay, I'll buy them all for you."

Half an hour later, Gu Congli arrived at the door of Shiyin's house, opened the door and went in.

The house was very quiet. The ceiling light in the living room was not turned on, and the floor lamp illuminated a small space near the sofa. The coffee table and carpet were filled with cans of beer, and a lot of them were standing upright and poured upside down.

On the coffee table was an empty bottle of Gray Goose vodka, still flavored with lemon.

Shi Yinren was not there, and the bedroom door was ajar. There was light and a faint sound coming from the crack in the door.

Like the gentle sound of water flowing.

Gu Congli walked over and pushed open the bedroom door. It was his first time in her bedroom. He scanned around and walked to the bathroom with the light on.

Shi Yin sat on the toilet lid, holding on to the countertop of the sink. The faucet was not turned off, but she was holding down the sink. After the water filled the sink, it flowed down the countertop and covered the floor.

Almost all the clothes on her body were soaked, and the hair on the side of the sink was also wet. She closed her eyes and slept completely unaffected.

Gu Congli walked over, turned off the faucet, and patted her face gently: "Shi Yin."

She frowned, pouted her mouth, snorted twice, turned her head to the other side, and hit the table with a soft thud.

This time, the other end of hair was also wet.

But she didn't wake up yet. She twisted twice like a small animal and regained her composure.

Gu Congli picked her up, walked out of the bathroom, and put her on the small sofa by the bedroom window. Then he turned around and opened the closet to look for clothes.

A woman's wardrobe looks completely different from a man's.

There are skirts and shirts hanging inside, and there are two rows of long transparent boxes underneath, with underwear neatly arranged, and next to it is a pile of white, round, thin things.

Gu Congli tilted his head, picked one up, turned around, and looked at the light reflected in the bathroom.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Shi Yin sitting on the sofa, all wet, looking straight at him.

After a few seconds of silence, Shi Yin said aggrievedly: "What are you doing with my breast pads?"

"..."

Gu Congli calmly put the thing back into the box, took out a set of underwear, and pulled out a T-shirt. He walked over and handed it to her: "Change your clothes first when you wake up."

Shi Yin sat on the sofa and said nothing.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" She drank a whole bottle of vodka, which was 40 degrees Celsius.

She still didn't speak.

Gu Congli leaned down in front of her and looked at her from a very close distance.

The little girl's eyes were straight, and her usually bright and focused gaze seemed a bit scattered. The soaked clothes clung to her body, outlining the outline of the lace on the edge of the underwear inside, which was a light blue color.

Gu Congli threw the clothes on the sofa, raised his hand to pick up her long wet hair, and curled it around his fingertips: "Shiyin."

Shi Yin subconsciously raised his eyes.

"Do you like me?" he asked softly.

Shi Yin tilted her head and looked at him for a long time before muttering slowly: "I like it..."

It seems that after they got together, this girl has been avoiding him unconsciously, as if she was afraid of him.

This kind of words can only be heard when he coaxes her to ask about this kind of thing.

Gu Congli smiled lightly and kissed her eyes, which were moist and cool, mixed with warm liquid.

He was stunned and raised his head.

Shi Yin looked at him with red eyes, the corners of her eyes were wet, and she couldn't tell whether they were tears or water. She blinked, and large water drops rolled down.

Gu Congli pursed his lips: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Teacher Gu..." She said hoarsely and in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I will never cause you any trouble again... I'm sorry..."

It took Gu Congli a few seconds to realize what she was saying.

The duller the girl looks at ordinary times, the more sensitive she is on the inside.

Maybe she didn't realize that she still hasn't completely let go of what happened in high school until now.

He raised his hand, wiped the water droplets from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, held her in his arms, patted her back gently, rubbed her wet hair, and sighed softly: "Are you stupid?"

Pushing the dry clothes in front of her, Gu Congli stood up, found the remote control of the air conditioner, turned up the temperature, walked out of the bedroom door, and went to the kitchen.

Shi Yin's family had a lot of snacks but few ingredients. Gu Congli took out a jar of honey from the fresh-keeping layer, made her a cup of honey water, took a bottle of yogurt, and opened the bedroom door.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a white back with straight shoulder lines and deep concave lines all the way down, with the end blocked by the armrest of a small single sofa. The lines of the shoulder blades were like a butterfly spreading its wings.

With her back to the door, she was slowly pulling open the T-shirt in front of her, bending her upper body, and her wet head dug in from the hem of her clothes, arching inward like a caterpillar.

Gu Congli walked over and put the honey water and yogurt on the window sill. He put his hand through the loose collar of the T-shirt, hooked her wet hair and pulled it out. He held it above her head and looked away lightly.

Like a turtle, she pulled off the hem of her T-shirt frame by frame, then got off the ground, climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, sat there obediently, rubbed her eyes, and then fell down.

"..."

She was actually very well-behaved when she was drunk. She didn't cry or make a fuss. She would only talk nonsense for a while, and then she would automatically find a bed and fall asleep.

Gu Congli walked over and pinched her face: "Shi Yin, get up and drink the honey water."

She grunted and kicked her legs impatiently, as if kicking him.

Wearing only a shirt, her thin white thighs were fully exposed. She seemed to feel a little cold. She huddled up and her top went up, revealing the light blue lace underneath. Her feet were slightly hooked and her toes were

They huddled together unconsciously.

Gu Congli pulled the quilt from the end of the bed, covered her in it, pinched her face, and whispered: "I bought new champagne, do you want it?"

Shi Yin's eyes were still closed. She probably felt uncomfortable after drinking too much. She wrinkled her little face and shrank into the quilt, whimpering: "No more..."

The voice was thin, with a little grievance, and a hoarse tone after crying.

Gu Congli's Adam's apple rolled up and his throat became tight.

She unconsciously imagined whether this voice in another situation would induce people to give her everything.

When Shi Yin woke up the next day, the hour hand of the wall clock pointed to five, the curtains were tightly drawn, it was dark, and the room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol fermentation after a hangover.

There is also a little bit of light, other flavor.

She blinked and spent ten seconds recalling what happened yesterday. Then, Teacher Shi Yi, who had been hanging out at the drinking table for many years, found that she was even a little bit fragmented.

The last vague memory I have is that I hung up the phone, rushed into the toilet and vomited while holding the toilet, and then what.

Wait, who did she call?

She turned sideways, wanting to touch her phone, but when she turned back, she froze.

Silhouette of a person.

Shi Yin finally found the source of that "other taste" besides the taste of alcohol.

A little bit of tobacco, mixed with plants and paper, and a faint, manly smell.

It smells very good, indescribable, just the smell of Gu Congli, with a bit of addiction, making people want to smell it again.

Shi Yin revealed his many years of experience in reading novels and attributed it to "her boyfriend's hormonal smell".

She couldn't help but get closer and observe his facial features in the dim light of the bedroom.

From the forehead, to the eyelashes, the high bridge of the nose, thin lips, and the outline of the chin.

Shi Yin had never seen Gu Congli sleeping. She had always seen him awake, calm, rational, paranoid, gloomy, or a little aggressive.
To be continued...