26

The sea breeze smells fishy and salty, and the strong smell of alcohol is actually coming from Duan Baiting.

He drank a lot, but he had a good alcohol tolerance, so he was not drunk at all.

On the contrary, it was Song Wanyue who only drank two glasses of low-alcohol fruit wine.

"You are drunk." Duan Baiting stood up and supported her.

Song Wanyue tilted her head, her fairy-like face showing genuine confusion: "Can't we kiss when we're drunk?"

She seemed not to understand the point of his words.

Duan Baiting was somewhat helpless, but he showed rare patience as he explained to her: "It's not that we can't, it's that you are not conscious now."

"You can't kiss when you are not conscious?"

"..." Duan Baiting, "When people are not conscious, their thinking is confused."

It's not that she can't, it's that he can't.

Don't take advantage of someone's misfortune.

A drunk person does not have the ability to think normally.

But.

Song Wanyue bent down and poked his Adam's apple with her finger: "You've been swallowing here."

She raised her eyes and looked at him from bottom to top, like a curious baby, "I've read popular science that when a man is attracted to the opposite sex, his testosterone will soar, so he secretes a lot of saliva. You are obviously attracted to me, but you won't kiss me."

She was so drunk that her eyes were blurry, but she still went to explain biology knowledge to him with grievance.

Duan Baiting's composure rarely faltered.

I don't study seriously, but I have read a lot of these weird science books.

"And Xiao Tingting also..." Song Wanyue lowered her head again, her eyes showing some confusion that was not caused by drunkenness, "She's holding on."

Duan Baiting frowned slightly, stood up, and casually pulled out the shirt that was tucked into his waistband.

Cover with hem.

Song Wanyue was very considerate and kept asking him: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? If so, I can help you."

After getting drunk, she became even more outspoken.

Fortunately, few people pass by this spot. Duan Baiting was drunk and couldn't drive, so he called the driver half an hour ago.

It's probably almost here now.

He no longer paid attention to her drunken words.

He regained his usual composure, stood up, and carried her to the parking area.

As soon as her arms touched, she moved closer and pulled her shawl down, revealing a skirt that was only supported by two thin straps.

Her skin is as white as ice and as tender as jade.

"If you're afraid of being discovered, you can touch here first to calm down."

She was really worried that he might get sick from enduring it.

The arc there is so scary, it must be very uncomfortable.

Duan Baiting tightened his temples and helped her put on her clothes: "It's windy at the beach, don't move."

Song Wanyue thought he was mean to her, and cried on his shoulder: "I care about you, but you are mean to me. You bad guy."

She hit and beat him. She had little strength to begin with, and her whole body was soft after being drunk. The little strength she used was more like teasing and caressing him than hitting him.

The veins on Duan Baiting's neck were about to burst.

He held Song Wanyue's hand, clenching his teeth a little, but tried to keep his voice as gentle as possible for fear of scaring her: "I'm worried that you'll catch a cold. Are you thirsty? There's a convenience store nearby, I'll buy you a bottle of water."

She was coaxed and stopped crying. Her head was still resting on his shoulder, refusing to move away.

She whined and complained: "You don't like me, so you don't want to kiss me."

Duan Baiting breathed heavily: "I told you, wait until you wake up before talking about this."

"Awake?" She left his shoulder, "I'm sober now." She was

obviously drunk and her mind was not clear, her tongue began to tangle when she spoke.

"Are you brave enough? Are you happy that you are so beautiful?"

She spoke a lot in a soft Wu dialect, her voice was weak, and Duan Baiting understood the word "beautiful".

The difference between her when she was drunk and when she was usually drunk was that, apart from being unconscious, her temperament was even more delicate than usual.

If you don't agree with her, she will feel uncomfortable and wronged.

People outside say that he is cold-blooded, including the elders in his family who often accuse him of disregarding family ties and killing people without mercy.

Duan Baiting never denied these comments.

He really puts his own interests and ambitions first, as they say.

For him, feelings are just a stumbling block on the road.

The "stumbling block" now lay on his shoulder with a wronged look on his face.

Whimpering softly.

......

Duan Baiting carried her to the convenience store in front and put her on a chair outside: "Sit still and don't move."

She sat as obediently as a primary school student and nodded very vigorously: "Yeah!"

Duan Baiting walked into the convenience store and took a bottle of water and a cigarette.

When he took out his mobile phone to check out, he saw the milk on the cabinet next to him and asked the clerk to help heat it up.

I subconsciously looked outside, worried that she might run away.

As a result, every time, I could meet those eyes that were curved like crescent moons.

She really sat there quietly and didn't run around.

And, my eyes kept following him.

She seemed really happy, and her happiness at the moment seemed particularly pure.

Just because of a glance.

Duan Baiting's movements and thinking became slow for a moment, including when the waiter handed him the box of heated milk.

After shouting several times, he came back to his senses.

"Thank you."

He took the milk and warmed it in his palm through the carton.

He walked out of the convenience store, removed the straw, pierced open the tin foil seal, and fed the milk to Song Wanyue's mouth, "Drink some milk, your stomach will feel better."

Song Wanyue tilted her head slightly and supported her face with her hands.

The way she smiled was silly, and she looked more naive than usual.

She approached Duan Baiting, so close that he could clearly smell the aroma of fruit wine with every breath she took.

She just raised her smiling eyes and kept looking at him, looking, and looking.

As if trying to see through him.

Duan Baiting waited there calmly, the milk in his hand, which he had just heated, gradually cooled down.

She opened her arms dazedly, hugged his neck, and buried her head in the crook of his neck.

Greedily sniffing the scent that belonged only to him.

The rich aroma of wine and the cool scent of ebony.

Increase her drunkenness.

In Song Wanyue's eyes at this moment, Duan Baiting in a well-dressed suit was too evil.

He wasn't drunk, but he looked drunk, including the red at the corner of his eye.

"I really..." She kissed his ear and expressed her love in a tender voice, "I like you so much."

The blood in her body became hot at that moment.

At this time, everything is flowing to somewhere, just as it appears to be in a sleeping state, and then awakening.

Even worse than before.

The breathing was so heavy that the entire chest rose and fell violently.

It was unclear whether it was because of her sudden expression of love or her vague kiss.

But no matter which one it is, it is a fatal provocation to him.

He knew it was an illusion caused by being drunk, but he still...

Duan Baiting gently pushed away Song Wanyue who was lying on him, and gently straightened her hair that was messed up by the sea breeze.

"What did you say just now?"

She was still laughing: "What?"

Duan Baiting was very patient and guided slowly: "Who do you like?"

She smiled sweetly, held his face with both hands, and put her cheek against his: "I like you, I like Tingting, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you so much. I like you so much that I want to see Tingting every day, I want to eat with Tingting, I want to work with Tingting, I want to sleep with Tingting."

The sea breeze messed up her hair again, and this time, he didn't straighten it for her.

But look at her through this mess.

His profile is deep, hard and cold, with excellent bone structure.

But under the dim light at this moment, all the lines seem to become much softer.

The voice was low and hoarse, coming from her lips.

"Say it again."

His tone was particularly bewitching.

Just like him.

---

Duan Baiting drove here by himself, but he was drunk and couldn't drive.

Half an hour after the call was made to the driver, he drove to the destination.

Waiting in the parking space right up front.

A few hundred meters away from him, no one got out of the black Maybach.

The driver was sitting far away playing games with his eyes and nose focused. He finished a pack of cigarettes to keep himself awake.

I watched the night turn into day and was lucky enough to watch a sunrise at the beach.

The people in the car still didn't get off.

-Song

Wanyue slept for a very long time, so long that Xiao Huan thought she had died in her sleep.

Aunt Qin frowned and asked her not to say unlucky words as the New Year was approaching.

Xiao Huan covered his mouth and nodded seriously.

After a while, she looked upstairs again: "The gentleman smells so much of alcohol, how come he is not drunk? He has a really good alcohol tolerance."

This morning, Song Wanyue was carried back by Duan Baiting.

She lay in his arms, sleeping very soundly.

In just two or three hours, he came out of the bedroom, fully dressed.

It was obvious that he had only slept for a short while, and there were bloodshot under his eyes from staying up late.

Aunt Qin said she would prepare some breakfast for him and ask him to eat before going out.

He put on the cufflinks with one hand, draped his coat over his arm, and declined in a calm voice: "No need."

Before leaving, he did not forget to instruct Aunt Qin: "Remember to wake her up at ten o'clock in the evening and cook some sobering soup for her."

Aunt Qin nodded, but was still worried: "You should rest a little on the way."

"Yeah."

He answered perfunctorily.

Watching him sitting in the back seat of the Mercedes, Xiao Huan began to sigh again: "It's not easy to be a rich man."

He had not returned home all night and had just slept for less than three hours, but he had to go out again.

Song Wanyue hadn't slept so deeply for a long time. It seemed like the whole day had passed in just two moments of closing her eyes and opening them.

Because my family is strict and I can't drink much.

So I almost never drink alcohol.

I haven't felt drunk in a long time.

So that's how it is.

My whole body was so sore that I didn't even have the strength to get up. I could only ask Aunt Qin to pour me a glass of water.

As a result, when he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse.

"Aunt Tan...Aunt Tan?"

She couldn't believe it. Did this rough and hoarse voice really come from her throat?

If I shout a few more times my throat will be ruined.

It is better to rely on yourself than on others. She threw back the quilt and got out of bed with difficulty.

With every step she took, she couldn't help frowning due to the swelling pain from friction somewhere.

What happened yesterday? Did she get drunk and offend someone, and then got beaten up?

Not only does Song Wanyue have a poor alcohol tolerance, but she also suffers from memory blackouts.

Her blackout was such that she lost that entire period of memory and couldn't remember anything.

She tried very hard to recall it in her mind, and all she remembered was Yun Wei telling her about the past between her and Xi Yang.

And then...

and then what on earth happened! !

Song Wanyue lay on the sink in pain.

I don't remember, I don't remember anything.

After suffering for a while, she forced herself to cheer up, took out her pajamas from the closet and planned to change into them first.

When I turned sideways, I accidentally saw my back in the reflection of the mirror.

There is a red indentation on the white and slender waist and back, which has faded over time.

But you can vaguely see that it is a circle.

She frowned slightly and looked again and again.

Damn, how come there is an indentation from the steering wheel on her back? ? ! ! !

--She

called Duan Baiting several times in a row, but his phone was always turned off.

I guess I'm on a plane flying to some country again.

Song Wanyue checked her whole body. It was not horrible to look at, but it was unbearable to look at.

When she finished cleaning up and went downstairs, Xiao Huan had just cooked the sobering soup.

Seeing Song Wanyue, she greeted her happily: "I was just about to call you. This is the sobering soup that my husband asked me to cook. Remember to drink it when you wake up."

The dizziness after a hangover had nothing to do with Duan Baiting. She took the bowl handed to her by Xiao Huan and drank it in one breath.

Xiao Huan reminded her to slow down and not to choke.

Then I noticed that her walking posture was not right, a little weird, and her two legs seemed unable to close together, but were slightly apart.

"What happened to your leg? Is it injured?"

Looking at her innocent face, Song Wanyue blushed a little and put down the bowl: "Yes, a little...swollen and bruised."

Xiao Huan said worriedly: "Then you have to apply medicine well. I have a blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing ointment in my room, I'll give it to you later."

Song Wanyue thanked her very quickly, just wanting to change the subject.

Fortunately, Xiaohuan's attention was quickly drawn to the New Year's Eve party trailer in the TV series.

During the rehearsal backstage, reporters were interviewing the artists one by one.

When the camera was focused on the woman in the gray and white dress, Xiao Huan became excited.

"Madam, do you think this woman is beautiful?"

When the host asked what she thought about the New Year's Eve party in a month, the woman smiled gently and calmly at the camera: "I'm a little nervous, but also a little expectant."

A very appropriate official statement.

Song Wanyue was stunned when she saw the woman's face clearly.

I just met her last night. Although she looked pretty on TV, she was nowhere near the shocking beauty I saw in real life.

Xiao Huan is a typical fan girl who pretends to be a passerby to recommend her idol to real passersby.

Song Wanyue gave the most pertinent comment: "She is indeed very beautiful, but I think she is more beautiful in person."

Xiao Huan agreed with her: "The screen will make people look wider and fatter."

She looked distressed, "She is so thin on TV, how thin must she be in person."

Song Wanyue thought about it carefully, and she still remembered her memories before she was drunk clearly: "Although she is thin in person, she is just the right kind of thin, with a protruding chest and a curved back."

After hearing her words, Xiao Huan was stunned: "Madam, have you met Yun Wei?"

Song Wanyue pursed her lips and smiled: "Yes, I have. I drank the fruit wine she mixed herself last night."

-

Aunt Qin came in from outside and happened to see this scene.

Xiao Huan followed Song Wanyue like a follower, flattering her and begging her to tell him the details of yesterday's meal.

Song Wanyue was flattered by her flattery and said that she would take her to meet the real person some other day.

Xiao Huan was so grateful that she almost worshipped her.

The physical aches and pains were alleviated a lot by Xiaohuan's cuteness, but the fatigue was real. Song Wanyue didn't want to move, so she just curled up on the sofa and played with her cell phone.

There are constant messages in the small group, all of which are sent by Xiao He to complain.

[Xiao He: I have to work overtime on weekends, just kill me. 】

【Xiao He: God, I shouldn't have studied the Fa in the first place. 】

【Xiao He: Going out alone with Brother Su will shorten your life by ten years. 】

【Xiao He: Some people call me a mage, damn! 】

Song Wanyue offered her comfort: Actually, it's quite tiring to lie down at home and play with your phone. :-D

[Xiao He: ...]

As the Chinese New Year approaches, the Legal Department naturally has more things to do.

Song Wanyue has a lot of work on hand and rarely has time to wait until the weekend.

According to her original plan, she should study and read at home on weekends.

As the exam time approached, she became more and more anxious.

When a person is anxious, his mind goes blank.

She has been like this since she was a child, especially during the period before the college entrance examination.

I almost developed anxiety and depression, but I didn't dare tell my family for fear that they would worry.

So I stayed up all night every day, which damaged my health, but I learned very little knowledge.

I spent most of my time sitting in a chair and daydreaming.

The tutor her family hired was a top student who graduated from Harvard.

It still has no effect on Song Wanyue.

She was able to get through the college entrance examination safely and perform exceptionally well thanks to Kian.

One time, she was driven to the point of breaking down and crying due to pressure, and she called him.

He didn't say anything, just listened to her crying silently. Clearly not good at comforting.

But after that, he acted as her tutor for free.

I call her on time every night.

Through the Internet cable, it seemed as if the distance of more than 8,000 kilometers had completely disappeared, and he was sitting next to her.

He speaks very little, doesn't like to talk nonsense, and every sentence he says is to the point.

Clearly organized, simple and clear.

Song Wanyue's closed brain seemed to be opened up little by little by him.

She held a pen and praised him: "How come you are so awesome? You are even better than the Harvard graduate teacher my mother found for me. Are you really only twenty-one years old? Are you really still a college student? You are not lying to me, are you? In fact, you are a university professor, a very awesome university professor." He

had a sweet mouth since he was a child, but his voice was even sweeter, mixed with the admiring smile of a little girl.

"Teacher Kian, you are really amazing."

Even if you can't see it, you can hear it from her voice. The girl must be holding her face with both hands, with admiration in her worshipful smile, and her eyes are clear and bright.

There was no movement on the other end of the line.

Song Wanyue called out, "Brother Kian?"

After a few seconds, a busy tone came.

The call was hung up.

Song Wanyue was puzzled and sent him a message.

[Wanwan couldn't finish her meal: Why did you hang up the phone suddenly? 】

It took a long time to get a reply to this message.

【Kian: Something urgent happened. 】

She sent a cute emoji of a rabbit lying on the table. It's very similar to her current state.

[Wanwan couldn't finish her meal: Are you embarrassed by my praise? Are you shy? 】

The message showed that it had been read, but the other party did not reply to her.

-Every

time she inadvertently thought of the past, Song Wanyue would shake her head desperately, trying to shake off those memories.

She also cancelled the Weibo account that he followed.

Except for the email that was sent to the wrong mailbox, which is still in the mailbox.

All traces of his existence were wiped out.

From an idealistic perspective, consciousness is the origin.

If you haven't seen it, then it doesn't exist.

Song Wanyue forced herself to accept this point of view.

Maybe Kian doesn't exist, he is just a beautiful dream I had when I was a girl.

-After

the beginning of winter, the temperature began to drop sharply. Song Wanyue had a cold body and was afraid of cold. When she was a child, she took Chinese medicine for a period of time.

But because it was too bitter, I stopped taking the medicine after drinking it for a while.

There are still some minor problems now.

Insufficient Qi and blood, cold hands and feet, and dysmenorrhea.

Aunt Qin found various ways to prepare her blood-replenishing soups. Although the taste was average, it was at least much better than traditional Chinese medicine.

Duan Baiting stayed in London for more than ten days this time and kept in touch with Song Wanyue during the trip.

Although he spoke little as usual, what he said was mostly unimportant.

How is the weather in the country? Have you got a meal yet. At work or studying.

Song Wanyue replied obediently to every message.

But when she asks him about what happened the night she was drunk, he starts to turn a blind eye.

After waiting for a long time for him to return home, Song Wanyue, who was full of anger, pulled him back to the room without saying anything and prepared to question him face to face.

He didn't have time to change his clothes.

An unbuttoned suit jacket with a black sweater underneath.

It was still chilly with some wind and frost from outside.

Song Wanyue pushed him to sit down on the edge of the bed, and then she crossed her arms over her chest and pretended to stand up straight with her back against the table.

A look of someone ready to call for an explanation.

"What did you do to me that night?!"

Song Wanyue was even prepared for him to remain silent.

The other person pinched the connecting frame above the bridge of his nose with his fingers and took off his glasses.

He folded it slowly and methodically and put it aside.

He raised his calm gaze, without the concealment and hiding that she had expected.

The voice was cold and indifferent.

With just one word, he answered the question that had been bothering her for many days.

What did you do?

"Love."