Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Jian Zhinian avoided the injury on Mu Qingyuan's left arm, carried his right arm, and led him out of the bar.

Mu Qingyuan had half of his body pressed against Jian Zhinian. After he went out and felt the cold wind, he became a little more sober and struggled to stand up.

"Where is the car?"

Jian Zhinian supported him, pointed in a direction, and asked with concern: "How much did you drink?"

He reeked of alcohol, and his eyes were red and bloodshot.

Did you sleep last night?

"Not drunk."

Mu Qingyuan stubbornly pushed Jian Zhinian away, walked to the car with slightly messy steps, and opened the back seat.

"Go in." But deep down, he was still thinking about Jian Zhinian.

Jian Zhinian went in and looked up, waiting for Mu Qingyuan.

Mu Qingyuan stood outside the car, probably feeling dizzy from drinking. He rested his head on the roof, opened the door and looked at Jian Zhinian in the car.

"Zhizhi, what did you just say?" Mu Qingyuan had a proud smile on his face.

Jian Zhinian was confused. What did he just say?

"How much did you drink?" Jian Zhinian repeated with concern.

Mu Qingyuan frowned and muttered, "No, the previous sentence."

Jian Zhinian had a good memory. He thought about what he had just said and said hesitantly, "...I'll take you home..."

Mu Qingyuan smiled with narrowed eyes, seeming a little satisfied, and asked greedily, "What else? And..."

This time, Jian Zhinian answered quickly. He looked up at him with affectionate eyes and said, "Qingyuan, I'm here to pick you up."

"Say it again."

"Qingyuan, I'm here to pick you up."

"it is good."

That "OK" made Jian Zhinian feel extremely heartbroken.

Isn't it that many times, this man has been waiting for him to pick him up and take him home...

When Mu Qingyuan bent down to get into the car, closed the door, and leaned on him, Jian Zhinian knew that Mu Qingyuan was drunk.

Very drunk.

Along the way, Mu Qingyuan leaned quietly on Jian Zhinian, from his shoulder blade at first, then between his legs, being exceptionally docile.

He half closed his eyes, and did whatever Jian Zhinian said. He went wherever Jian Zhinian took him.

When he opened the door and saw the familiar scene, Mu Qingyuan shook his head, opened his eyes, and then half-closed them again.

"Change your shoes."

Jian Zhinian didn't notice his change. He helped him bend down and placed the slippers at his feet.

Mu Qingyuan looked down at Jian Zhinian's head. His hair was soft and fine, with a small swirl in the middle. He changed his shoes.

Jian Zhinian helped him into the bedroom, turned on the heater, took off his coat, and when he reached out to unbuckle his belt, someone grabbed the back of his hand.

Jian Zhinian was startled, and when he looked up, he met Mu Qingyuan's bloodshot eyes.

He suddenly panicked and tried to struggle free, but was pulled by Mu Qingyuan and fell on his chest.

Afraid of pressing down on Mu Qingyuan, Jian Zhinian half-supported himself on the bed with one hand and placed the other hand on the man's chest. His posture was a bit awkward.

The hot breath exuded a strong smell of alcohol. Mu Qingyuan's expression was a little dazed, and he rudely turned the tables: "You took off my pants, what do you want to do?"

Jian Zhinian blushed and said anxiously, "I, I'm worried that you won't sleep well."

"Jian Zhinian, you are a coward!"

Jian Zhinian was stunned:?

Mu Qingyuan grabbed Jian Zhinian's wrist and said resentfully, "If you want to take it off, just do it with confidence! You coward, I've given you a chance, so you just put forward the conditions..."

"What boyfriend? It's not like I haven't been a boyfriend before!"

If you are so stupid, you must be a coward!

Jian Zhinian was so stunned that his eyes widened. What Mu Qingyuan meant was... His heartbeat accelerated unconsciously. He had always had an excellent ability to understand, so why didn't he dare to understand Mu Qingyuan's words?

"Mu Qingyuan, what do you want to say?"

Mu Qingyuan felt dizzy. The person he had been thinking about was right in front of him. He was no longer alone, and he no longer needed to stay sober. He could sink into the depravity without any worries.

He must have been very drunk.

His voice was drunk and unreal: "Jian Zhinian, why didn't you ask for a marriage certificate, you coward..."

His voice was very soft and his words were not clear...

Jian Zhinian heard it, and his heart ached. He was a coward, and he didn't dare.

This person is Mu Qingyuan. He wants to pick the lost stars, but he is afraid that they will be lost forever, just like the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the book. If he is too impatient, they will disappear and he can’t catch them anymore...

So, boyfriend, you are already very greedy.

How dare he ask for a marriage certificate?

Mu Qingyuan closed his eyes and let the alcohol numb his mind. He was drunk.

Drunken talk can't be taken seriously...

Jian Zhinian's heart was completely disturbed, but the person who disturbed his mind had already fallen asleep. With tears in his eyes, he slowly stood up, carefully tucked in the quilt for Mu Qingyuan, and quietly walked out of the room.

The moment the door closed, the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, but soon he fell asleep again.

These years, no matter how drunk he got, he dared not get completely drunk.

Tonight, I was probably too relaxed.

He actually allowed himself to be intoxicated.

Intoxicated in the breath of the cold night.

Jian Zhinian walked out of the room, stood there blankly for a moment, let out a long breath, and went to the kitchen.

It was late at night and I was very tired.

But his mind was extremely clear. He simply washed the rice and cooked a pot of porridge. After the water boiled, he turned down the heat and just watched with his eyes wide open.

The aroma of rice porridge filled the air, and his empty stomach began to rebel. Jian Zhinian remembered that he had been distracted the entire day and had not eaten anything.

The porridge was not ready yet. Jian Zhinian endured the pain and quickly made himself a cup of honey water. He held it in his hand and took a few sips, and his stomach felt a little soothed.

The painkillers were in the bedroom. Jian Zhinian frowned, as if he remembered something. He took out a thermos, made a new cup of honey water, tiptoed into the bedroom, and placed it on the bedside.

By the way, I took out the painkillers and swallowed them.

More than an hour later, the porridge was ready. He served a bowl and sat in the restaurant to eat it slowly.

Perhaps he was too sleepy. Jian Zhinian fell asleep on the dining table without knowing when...

When Mu Qingyuan woke up, the bedroom was dark and the quilt was unusually empty. He instinctively reached out to feel around, but there was no one around.

Where is Jian Zhinian?

Mu Qingyuan suddenly sat up, got out of bed and opened the door. The moment the sunlight pierced his eyes, he squinted and saw Jian Zhinian's figure in his sight.

Warm and quiet.

Perhaps because he noticed Mu Qingyuan's gaze, Jian Zhinian woke up suddenly. When he raised his head, the pressure on his arm, which had been resting on his arm for half the night, was relieved, and he instantly felt a tingling and numbness.

He half-closed his eyes and rubbed his hands, looking into Mu Qingyuan's eyes.

The atmosphere was frozen and awkward for a moment.

"You're awake... I cooked some porridge, would you like to eat some..."

Jian Zhinian stood up slowly and moved his hands and feet imperceptibly to break the silence.

It seemed as if they had just had a quarrel before, and Mu Qingyuan gave him a way out, and he stepped down, and the initial tranquility was restored.

Mu Qingyuan looked away, nodded and said, "Well, I'll take a shower..."