The green camphor tree has a deep view

High degree?

She had clearly seen that the alcohol content was only eight percent.

"I just want a few sips to help me sleep," she explained, reaching for her beer.

After just one sip, she was hooked on the refreshing and slightly bitter taste. But her alcohol tolerance was really poor, and before she had time to taste more, her cheeks were already red and she felt a little dizzy.

"Drink milk to help you sleep, why drink alcohol?" Song Jingshen held the beer and didn't give it to her. He frowned and rummaged through the refrigerator.

No milk, no yogurt.

"Just one more sip and I'll leave." She looked up and pleaded, "Keep your word."

He looked down at her. Her face was flushed but her eyes were clear, like a greedy cat chasing the bait in his hand.

"Have you ever drunk alcohol before?" he asked. "Who taught you?"

She shook her head: "I want to drink today."

Gradually she became drunk, her eyelids were fighting, and she felt that she was a loser: "I heard that you can fall asleep after drinking. It's true..." She laughed and glanced at him with a dazed and confused look, "I feel sleepy after just one sip, I'm going to sleep..."

She walked towards the sofa, her walking posture was a little awkward and her shoulders and neck were a little crooked.

Song Jingshen quickly put down the beer in his hand and reached out to grab her, but she walked away so fast that he missed her.

She took a few steps to the sofa, as if a person who had traveled a long way had finally found a resting place, and she leaned her body and sank into it. After a while, even breathing could be heard from the sofa.

Song Jingshen scratched his messy short hair and sighed helplessly.

Just now, for fear of scaring her, he resisted the urge that had been brewing for a long time and got close to her in the way that she could accept most.

Even so, he was still afraid that she would be tired, thirsty, or unable to bear the pain. If she frowned, he would restrain himself, fearing that she would cry.

After all, this was her first time with him, and he couldn't let her have a trauma about this, otherwise it would be more difficult to coax her in the future.

Unexpectedly, the result of doing this would be so funny.

He was so pent up the whole time, not only did he not feel satisfied, but he was also exhausted. But she actually had extra energy, running to the living room in the middle of the night to think about random things and drink to help herself sleep.

Next time, he would never hold it back and would definitely give her a good beating to see if she still had the strength to get out of bed by herself.

Wen Qing, who was sleeping on the sofa, had no idea what the man was thinking. It was her first time in contact with alcohol, and she just thought it was a really good stuff that could make people relax instantly and escape to a relaxing and comfortable place.

There, all the pain, entanglement, and fatigue blurred and disappeared. Everything became chaotic, soft, and indifferent. She could be weak, lazy, and it didn't matter if she was a loser.

Seeing her curled up on his sofa, sleeping soundly, Song Jingshen's anger subsided a lot.

There is a long way to go. There are big differences between the two of them in age and personality, so they will have to slowly adjust to each other. He never wants just a moment of pleasure.

He brought a thin blanket from the bedroom, wrapped her up, and carried her into the bedroom. Wen Qing was already dizzy, and after he tossed her around like this, she felt even more dizzy.

"Don't... I want to vomit." She leaned against his chest, her mind became clearer, but her slightly opened eyes were full of red bloodshot.

Song Jingshen froze for a moment, quickly pulled over a trash can, and carefully brought her to the mouth of the can.

She shook her head reluctantly, and immediately, stars appeared in front of her eyes again. She paused, not daring to move, and only her lips moved weakly: "I want... the toilet."

Song Jingshen sighed, picked up the person and carried him to the bathroom.

"If I let you drink again, I will no longer be named Song!" He said fiercely, but instead of letting her hold the toilet to vomit, he helped her lie down on the sink.

"No..." Wen Qing didn't want him to see her vomit, "Get out."

"Can you stand when I go out?" He glanced at her and held on tighter, "If you know you are not good enough, don't try to show off."

"I didn't..." The protest was drowned out by the sound of vomiting. Wen Qing lay down and vomited several mouthfuls of water, but nothing came out. However, after all this, her mind was completely clear.

She raised her hand to turn on the faucet and wanted to pour water on her face. A big hand holding a wet towel came over and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"Are you feeling better? Does your stomach hurt?" Song Jingshen stroked her back, regretting that he had slept too soundly and failed to keep an eye on her, which led to her drinking.

Wen Qing washed her face, taking care to rinse the wash basin clean, and slowly stood up and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Song Jingshen saw that the blush on her face had faded and her expression had returned to calm. He knew that she was no longer feeling uncomfortable, and a stone fell from his heart.

"Take you to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow? Don't worry about anything else."

"I'm fine, I just couldn't sleep and drank some wine." She lowered her head and didn't look at him. She saw that he was still holding the towel in her peripheral vision, so she reached out and took it, turned on the faucet, and slowly began to scrub it.

"Someone will come to clean it up tomorrow." He pulled the towel over and threw it into the washing machine. When he turned to look at her, a layer of worry appeared between his eyebrows. "Do you usually have insomnia, or is it because you are with me that you can't sleep?"

"I don't know." She replied briefly, thought for a moment, and then said, "I usually suffer from insomnia."

"Don't feel pressured. No one knows about what happened between you and me. Even if it becomes known to the world, I can still protect you," he said.

She said "hmm" perfunctorily, looked up and asked him, "Can we go to bed now? I really need to get up early tomorrow."

He sighed: "You don't listen to anything I say."

"We'll talk about the future later. It's already like this anyway." She lowered her head, walked around him and headed for the door.

"What's wrong?" He stopped her and asked, suddenly wanting to hear how she positioned herself.

"Be your...underground lover." She paused and said, "Isn't this what you want?"

"I want you to be my girlfriend." He suddenly said, "Not an underground lover."

She seemed stunned by his words. After a long time, she came to her senses, said "Oh" softly, then gently pushed his arm away and went outside.

"You don't believe it, do you?" He turned her shoulders and was amused by her attitude. "How many people are trying to be my girlfriend, but you look so nonchalant. Where does your nobleness come from?"

"I'm not worthy of being your girlfriend. If you insist on me doing it, I can only go along with you." She looked at him with a somewhat cold expression, but more of a helpless one. "Anyway, lovers and girlfriends are both meant to accompany you... There's no difference for me."

"Is there a lover like you?" Song Jingshen stared at him, anger finally showing in his eyes, "Do you know what a lover does? He serves me, not me serving you!"

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and when she digested the meaning of his words, her face turned pale.

"Then...can you find someone else? I really can't do that." She looked at him anxiously, "Don't put yourself in a difficult position."

"You can learn if you don't know." Afraid of being mad at her, Song Jingshen didn't want to say anything more and kissed her directly, "I'll teach you."