He was drunk. No wonder.

Qi'an came up with this idea, and wondered if he would regret it when he sobered up. He had said such harsh words at the beginning, and he must not have wanted to see her again.

"I didn't run away." Qi'an broke away from his hand and said stubbornly, refusing to admit it. She wanted to leave, but the latter pulled her back and almost took her into his arms.

Pei Xuyan pressed her against the wall of the corridor, blocking all the light, and looked at her condescendingly. He put out the cigarette with his free hand. The cigarette was slowly extinguished, and the ashes seemed to be burning in her heart. Suddenly, nothing happened.

He said without hesitation: "I saw it."

The sound was so close that there was no way to avoid it, and there was a bit of danger in it.

"What did you see?" Qi'an's back hit the wall, she was in pain and slightly panicked, and couldn't help but ask.

He didn't answer, there was a slight mocking smile in his eyes.

Qi'an was stunned for two seconds, and understood in his eyes that the familiar disdain was referring to Mu Hongyang's confession to her just now.

When did he see it and why didn't she know?

The corridor was spacious and deserted, and the overhead lights cast complicated shadows. Someone might pass by at any time, and the man blocked her in the corner.

Viewed from the back, the tall and tall figure completely blocks the girl's slender figure, as if she has forced her prey into a corner. Only a small skirt is exposed, which is slightly rippled by the wind, flowing with the color of the moonlight outside the window.

He seemed to possess the moon.

private goods.

The silhouettes of the two men were vague, and the color of the snow on the cold night reflected each other's beauty.

Qi'an's head was full of questions and she stepped back. Unfortunately, her back was against the wall and he was in front of her. She didn't feel safe at all, she said funny.

"You don't think I rejected him because of you, do you? Pei Xuyan, not everyone will always like you, okay-"

"I haven't said anything yet."

Pei Xuyan was neither salty nor indifferent. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at her, a little seriously, a little teasingly: "Why are you so naive?"

Perhaps it cannot be interpreted as teasing, but as ridicule.

"Yes, I'm naive! I'm easy to deceive! Is that okay?" Qi'an suddenly became angry and pushed him, "Don't come to me when you're drunk!"

"I didn't drink much."

"Is a dozen glasses too little? It smells like wine and I'm choking."

The man bent over, his back naturally arched, his head rested on her shoulder, his hair was a little tied, and he said: "Okay, help me to the lounge."

Qi'an was tickled by him and trembled. The voice was almost close to her ear, and the heat of his breath made her numb, her soul was a little wandering, and she couldn't stand.

Almost 1.87 meters of weight rested on her shoulders.

If he hadn't been leaning against the wall, Qi'an would have been pushed to the ground by him, and said angrily: "Your leg is broken?!"

"Didn't you say that I was drunk and couldn't walk?"

In this life, Qi'an has never seen such a shameless person.

She was so angry that her face turned red, and she heard him chuckle: "Don't be so stingy, junior sister, at least I helped you."

"I didn't ask you to help me."

"Do you have any conscience?"

"Been eaten by a dog!" Qi'an choked him angrily.

In the end, Qi'an cursed in her heart while struggling to help Pei Xuyan towards the rest room.

He was calm and fell directly on Qi'an. His steps were lazily and he suddenly said: "You scolded me."

"I didn't." Qi'an avoided the heat of his words, her ear inadvertently brushed against his lips during her movements, and her whole body felt a little stiff.

"I can hear it." He just opened his mouth at that time, his breath was a little wet, and his slender fingers pressed the position of her heart gently but not heavily, and clicked twice against the thumping sound, and his voice was unusually low: "In

Scold me here."

Qi An felt that she was really crazy, otherwise why would she feel like her heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of her chest.

He really didn't exert any force at all. Qi'an was almost falling down with him after several pressures, and he managed to get out of the mountain of swords and sea of ​​fire in just a short distance.

Finally finding a lounge, she breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door, feeling as if she was crying with joy.

Pei Xuyan let go of her and fell onto the sofa.

Her long legs directly occupied the entire sofa, her arms were bent up to cover half of her face, and her brows were slightly furrowed. Maybe she had drunk a little too much, and her stomach was churning with the fall, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Sober-up medicine." He closed his eyes and spat out three words.

The light was not turned on in the lounge, so it was quite dark. Only the clear snow outside the window could barely make out the undulating outline of the sofa.

Qi'an was arranging the messy folds in her dress that he had made, and lifting up the slipped shoulder straps. The white skin on her shoulders was a little red and a little sore from his rubbing.

I was about to run away, but when I heard this, I was in disbelief: "Are you talking to me?!"

"Nonsense." He shouted impatiently, "Is there a third person?"

Qi'an laughed, her lungs exploding with anger: "Master, what's our relationship? I've already done my best by taking you to the lounge! You're still so difficult to take care of, why should I give you hangover medicine? Why don't you stay here to cool off?"

Go you!"

After saying that, Qi An turned around and left angrily, and heard a pleasant voice behind her again.

"Sobering potion."

"..."

At that moment, Qi'an greeted Pei Xuyan in the most cordial terms.

Qi'an went back and sat down, and everyone continued the party. She stayed there for two minutes, restless, as if there were ten thousand ants crawling all over her body. Finally, she got up and asked the waiter for hangover medicine.

She swore that just this once, she would never care about Pei Xuyan again for the rest of her life!

Qi'an got hot water, boiled the medicine and returned to the lounge.

The lights hadn't been turned on yet and it was pitch dark. He fell down on the sofa and slept, breathing heavily.

Qi'an was stunned for a long time, then walked gently to him and observed him.

The way he sleeps has a magical power that makes all women feel so soft-hearted.

Those long legs had no place to rest, and they were lying a little aggrievedly on the sofa. The windbreaker was opened to reveal the black shirt underneath. Two buttons were undone, and some messy folds were revealed. The strong and masculine body was hidden under the clothes.

, rising and falling with the breath, making people daydream.

Although he was asleep, his face looked a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Qi'an stretched out her fingers and unconsciously gently smoothed the man's frown.

Sighing, patted his shoulder: "Get up and drink the medicine."

He was sleeping deeply and didn't move.

Qi'an knew very well how difficult it was to wake Pei Xuyan up. At least she had experienced this when he slept until dark in every class he attended with her.

And he still had the energy to wake up.

Qi'an didn't tolerate him this time, pushed his shoulder and shouted: "Pei Xuyan!"

My wrist was suddenly clenched tightly, and then my whole body was pulled hard——

Qi'an stumbled and fell on top of him, her lips hit his chin hard, almost losing the distance, her breath was close at hand, the medicine in her hand was not steady and fell, making a loud and harsh sound.

But no one cares about that bowl of medicine.

Pei Xuyan looked at her with his eyes open, and his breathing was tired and drunken.

Her eyes were hazy as if she hadn't woken up, reflecting her brows and eyes, which were so addictive that they were alluring.
Chapter completed!