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Song Wanyue started to curse him in her heart again.

He could clearly see that she was pretending to be drunk, but instead of exposing her directly, he used this mocking method.

She snorted and pushed his hand away.

"I was drinking peacefully in there, what are you doing here?"

Apart from the scent of freshly squeezed juice, there was no smell of alcohol on her.

You can't learn the essence of it even if you tell lies with your eyes open.

Duan Baiting nodded and followed her words: "Have you finished drinking? Go back after you're done."

"Not yet."

She pretended to be unsatisfied. "It's just the beginning. Based on my usual amount, I'll have at least five bottles of vodka."

Vodka? Does she know how strong vodka is?

Duan Baiting said in a contemptuous tone: "Really? How much did you drink?"

Song Wanyue hesitated: "Probably... probably two or three bottles."

Duan Baiting nodded and commented: "You can drink quite well."

Song Wanyue was quite proud of being praised.

The evening is the busiest time in Baijiang City, with people flowing together and street vendors all coming out.

Urban management officials are maintaining public order.

But it seems that street vendors are allowed in this area, so no one drove them away.

There were long queues in front of every stall.

Duan Baiting took Song Wanyue to a nearby pharmacy.

She didn't understand why and thought he had a cold.

Standing at the door and watching his back as he paid the bill, I actually felt a little worried.

When he came out with the medicine, she asked hesitantly, "Are you sick?"

The cuffs of his light gray shirt were rolled up several times, revealing his well-developed arms.

He held an unlit cigarette in his mouth and lowered his head to open the medicine box.

His movements were slow and methodical, with a rare bit of the ruffian air of a young master from Beijing.

He is actually not very old, just turned twenty-six.

At this age, most rich kids still spend their days racing, drinking and having fun.

Song Wanyue thought that she might have seen it wrong.

He rubbed his eyes and then opened them.

He held the cigarette between his fingers and handed the medicine to her: "Drink it."

The pungent and bitter smell hit her in the face, and even with the outer packaging, it could only cover up a little bit of it.

She has been drinking too much Chinese medicine recently, which has caused her to have an unreasonable fear of the taste.

He immediately frowned, covered his nose and stepped back: "What is this?"

He said indifferently: "Hangover remedy."

Song Wanyue was puzzled: "Why should I drink this?"

He said in a flat tone: "Two or three bottles of vodka, ordinary people would be taken to the hospital for gastric lavage after drinking them. You can still stand here, you really have a good alcohol tolerance."

Song Wanyue: "..."

Her family was strict, she hardly drank alcohol, at most drinks with a little taste of alcohol.

I have no idea about the types and alcohol content of alcohol.

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Of course she didn't drink the medicine.

Her lie was exposed and she became more silent than ever.

On the way back, she sat in the passenger seat quietly the whole time.

But I am not used to this kind of silence where I can hear the sound of breathing.

After getting Duan Baiting's tacit consent, she turned on the car radio.

I randomly tuned into a channel, a local radio station, and the host spoke in the Baijiang dialect.

Fortunately, it is not difficult to understand.

"There have been many happy news in the entertainment industry recently. First, there was the news of the marriage of a new generation actor. Yesterday, the media broke the news that the film queen Tan Yue secretly gave birth to a daughter in the hospital half a year ago. At the age of 45, she has already entered the ranks of elderly mothers. It is reported that five years ago, Tan Yue, who ended her first marriage, married Duan Jialiang, who was ten years older than her. After marriage, she retired from the film industry and returned to her family. She also made a bold statement that she would give birth to a son for him to fulfill his dream of becoming a father. A month ago, passers-by photographed the family of three walking by the lake. The family is happy and enviable."

As the radio was cut off, the car returned to peace again.

Song Wanyue looked at the culprit, a little dissatisfied: "I haven't finished listening yet."

Duan Baiting found a place to park and turned the car in.

He opened the storage compartment and took out a cigarette box and a lighter: "You sit in here for a while, I'm going to go out and smoke a cigarette."

He didn't have much of a smoking habit and he smoked very little.

At least, Song Wanyue rarely saw him smoking.

The low pressure at the moment was such that even if she was a very strong person, she could still detect some clues.

Perhaps because he was afraid that the smoke would stifle her, he walked a little further away from the car before lighting the cigarette.

There are no street lights in this area and few passing vehicles, so it seems dark and quiet.

He stood alone beside the flower bed. The green plants beside him had been pruned by someone. All their leaves had fallen off, leaving only lonely branches.

The orange flames looked dim in the night.

His eyes were dark, and the cold temperament around him made him blend into the loneliness of the moment very well.

He always gives people a feeling that he was born to be lonely.

Whether at the top of the mountain or at the bottom of the valley, he is always alone.

Either I don't dare to get close, or I can't get close.

Countless people wanted to stand by his side, but they all hesitated.

Obsessed with him, but also afraid of him.

In the end, he was still alone.

"You are in a bad mood."

A soft voice broke the endless silence.

The long cigarette ash fell and he lowered his eyes.

Song Wanyue came up to him at some point, wearing his coat.

Neither the length nor the width suits her.

Duan Baiting raised his hand to disperse the gray smoke in front of him, and raised the hand holding the cigarette away from her: "Didn't I ask you to sit in the car and wait."

She shrank her neck, looking timid: "I'm a little scared to be alone. It's too dark over there and there's not many people."

Duan Baiting: "..."

He put out the cigarette and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can: "Let's go."

Song Wanyue followed him, grabbing the front of her coat with both hands to prevent it from slipping off: "Do you mind if I wear your clothes without your permission? I'm too cold, and your clothes just happened to be in the car."

Next to him, she looked petite and didn't walk as fast as him.

At Duan Baiting's normal speed, she had to jog to keep up with him.

Seeing that she began to breathe lightly, he consciously slowed down his pace.

He didn't show his emotions and his tone was calm, obviously not caring who wore his coat.

The quiet night became noisy because of Song Wanyue's presence.

When it comes to talking, she is as talkative as a thousand men.

She wrapped her coat tighter and smelled the woody scent that belonged to Duan Baiting. She felt her heart pounding with nervousness.

The charges had not yet been fully stated, and she thought that if she turned herself in before he found out, she might get a lighter sentence later.

"I was trying to touch up my makeup in the car just now, but I didn't hold it firmly, and the loose powder spilled all over your car." "

Yeah."

"The seat also got lipstick accidentally on it, but I wiped it off."

"Yeah."

Song Wanyue was silent for a while, then continued: "And the watch you put on the center console..."

"..."

Duan Baiting didn't know how she could do so many things while he just got out of the car to smoke a cigarette.

He stopped and asked her calmly, "If you have anything else to confess, say it before I get in the car."

Song Wanyue was indeed born with an impeccable appearance, one of Nuwa's most satisfying works in her life.

In the dim light, her beautiful eyes could still see tiny bits of light.

It seems as if countless stars are hidden in it.

No matter when or where, she gives people a sense of sincerity without any aggression, which is probably her biggest advantage.

"Were you sad just now?"

She changed the subject and asked very directly.

Her voice was soft and tender, but it was filled with concern for him.

The warmth that did not belong to him started from his fingertips.

Her palm overlapped with his, and then she slowly held it.

She lowered her head and traced her fingers along the back of his hand, along the raised veins.

Men's palms were always big and wide, and she couldn't hold them with one hand.

She could feel it, even if he didn't say anything, even if he didn't show it at all.

Like an airtight glass cover, he sealed himself inside.

But she could feel the subtle and fleeting change of emotions at that moment.

Interlocking their fingers, she stood on tiptoe to hug him again.

Leaning in his broad and strong arms.

He was only wearing a shirt, and the direction of the texture lines could be clearly felt.

Since Duan Baiting didn't push her away, she became even more aggressive.

The whole person was like a soft vine, tightly wrapped around the wall.

The hot and humid breath fell on his ears, and her voice was soft: "Duan Baiting, do you want to kiss me?"

He lowered his eyes and met her clear eyes.

Not getting a response, Song Wanyue took the initiative to press her soft lips against his, rubbing them against each other.

The movements are awkward and there is no skill at all.

Until Duan Baiting calmly took control of the initiative.

The kiss changed from the shallow collision of lips to the entanglement of tongue tips.

She placed one hand on her graceful lower back and lowered her head, allowing the kiss to become deeper.

The kiss lasted for more than ten minutes.

It was clearly Song Wanyue who took the initiative to provoke, but in the end she was the one crying and begging for mercy.

Duan Baiting finally agreed to let her go.

The silver thread broke, she was breathing softly, her lips were already red and swollen.

The hands behind her waist slowly closed and started to pinch her slender waist.

One hand almost covered it completely.

She was still held in his arms, feeling the rise and fall of his chest when he breathed.

After finally catching his breath, his voice became muted because of the kiss just now.

"Are you feeling better now?"

She seemed to really just want to coax him.

Duan Baiting rubbed her lips with his fingertips again and again: "Hmm."

The answer was so calm that it was hard to tell whether it was true or false.

Song Wanyue shrank back into his arms, picked up one of his hands and played with it in her palm.

His fingers were very long and his joints were very hard; she had experienced that herself.

She rubbed against his chest like a spoiled child, and spoke in a coquettish voice: "I was just lying to you. I didn't put on makeup in your car, and I didn't spill any powder."

The kiss was too long, and with her soft and warm beauty in his arms, Duan Baiting's lazy expression showed a bit of satisfaction.

His tone was nonchalant: "Really?"

"The lipstick wasn't even rubbed on there. How could I be so careless?"

His voice was hoarse: "Yeah."

Song Wanyue tried to get away with it: "But the watch you put on the center console was really broken by me."

It turned out that he said so much to pave the way for this matter.

"Is that so?" Still a flat reaction.

When Song Wanyue thought she had escaped a disaster, he spoke slowly: "Have you figured out how to repay it, bank transfer or check?"

Song Wanyue was stunned: "Huh?"

"That watch has been discontinued for a long time. The last time it appeared at Sotheby's auction house, the price was driven up to nine figures."

He curled his lips and gave her advice, "It may be difficult for the bank to handle such a large amount, so just write a check."

Song Wanyue didn't expect him to be so ruthless.

He had been giving her a passionate French kiss a few minutes ago, and now he was kissing her like a married couple.

She pursed her lips, and a trace of grievance appeared at the corners of her eyes.

Trying to choose a third way of repayment that does not exist: "Can I pay with my body?"