Quick Wear: Oh no, the lady is running away with the ball again

The source of his troubles sat right outside his door.

The girl's head, which was originally lowered, immediately raised up when she heard the footsteps. She stared at him without stopping for a moment, her eyes seeming a little hesitant.

He froze for a moment, then noticed the girl's eyes seemed hazy, her cheeks flushed. She just stared at him with a smile on her face. She reeked of alcohol. She was drunk. Why was she drinking? And was she drunk? Was it because of that guy?

Thinking of this, her eyes, which had once been a little fiery, turned cold again. A growing desire for violence was brewing in her heart, unstoppable. She wanted to drive all those madcap lovers who were clinging to her to Siberia, to sow an endless supply of potatoes in the biting cold.

"Lu, Lu Huai, you, you are back." The girl was unconscious and calling him, unable to speak clearly.

There was a faint layer of anger in her heart. How long have you been with that man? You are doing this for him. For a moment, she wanted to ignore her, but she stepped forward and stood in front of the girl honestly.

In an instant, the girl's hand, which had been slowly extended, was suddenly retracted, and her eyes were instantly filled with some unspeakable loneliness and sadness. Then he heard a soft, slightly choked voice.

"Lu Huai, you, do you hate me? Why, even though you're standing in front of me, I still can't touch you." As soon as the words fell, the girl's sobbing followed. Yun Qian babbled nonsense, accusing the man in front of her and fabricating charges for him.

Lu Huai's heart tightened. The corridor, a crisscross of light and darkness, seemed narrow, yet it seemed to hold the tension of the entire world. He was incredulous. Was the girl sad because of him? Did she get drunk? But why? Did he hurt her?

He hesitated in his heart, blaming himself.

But he didn't hesitate any longer because the ground was too cold, so he had to help Yun Qian back home first. The girl was not heavy, with a slender figure, tall posture, and an elegant and charming walk. No wonder so many annoying men in the company liked her... It was really annoying.

The smell of alcohol and the faint fragrance on her body went straight into his nose. He put the girl on the sofa step by step with a very stiff body. At that moment, his body suddenly felt much more relaxed.

Seeing the drunken look of the girl, he turned around and wanted to pour a glass of water for Yun Qian. Unexpectedly, as he turned around, the girl instantly grabbed his hand and wouldn't let him go, mumbling, "Don't go, Lu Huai, don't go."

He thought he couldn't calm down anymore and was too soft-hearted, so he sat on the sofa and coaxed the girl, saying, "No, no, no."

The look in his eyes when he looked at the girl was so hot that even he felt something was wrong, but he could no longer control himself. The girl seemed to lean over and he lay on her shoulder. For a moment, his shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly.

He couldn't help but act like an unforgivable villain, he lifted the girl up and faced her in front of him, forcing a drunk person to answer his many questions.

"Why don't you want Lu Huai to leave?" His voice was hoarse, his eyes deep and unfathomable. It was like a hint of coaxing, a sense of calm before the storm, a sense of unpredictable danger.

The girl seemed to have come to her senses. She opened her eyes slightly, a mist in them, as if she wanted to see who was in front of her, and then she felt relieved after seeing who was in front of her. She explained to him in a daze, "Because, because Lu Huai avoided me, he must hate me." Before she finished speaking, she felt sad again, as if the next words were difficult to say.

The girl kept saying that he hated her misconceptions, but she took them as the truth. Lu Huai felt a little breathless for a moment and wanted to teach this girl a lesson for her random speculations, but then he changed his mind.

Yun Qian's voice was filled with tears again, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth. "It must be like this. Ever since that day, he has ignored me. He must think that I am not a good girl..."

Yun Qian: So what if I'm not a good girl? I'm a woman.

As soon as Yun Qian finished speaking, she became sad again and started sobbing. Lu Huai only felt that his heart was held in her hands. Her every frown and smile, sadness and grief, joy and anger were all weapons to control him.

"Lu Huai likes you," the man said suddenly, his voice was unusually hoarse, and then continued,

"He likes you, but Lu Huai is a coward and he doesn't dare to admit it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Qian seemed stunned and slowly raised her head to look at him. But before the girl could react, he leaned over and kissed her, holding the back of her head with his other hand to prevent her from escaping.

The man's kiss was unstructured, but increasingly passionate. The girl seemed stunned at first and didn't respond. Lu Huai didn't care about anything else, didn't care about whether or not it was possible, just whether he wanted to. He was delighted, his free will, his joy, anger, and delusion, were all released.

The kiss was long, and the girl gradually began to respond to him bit by bit, her soft lips actively entangled with his. At that moment, Lu Huai felt like a grand fireworks display in his heart, which lasted for a long time. He was so happy that he kissed her even deeper, almost like he was obsessed with her.

The girl's lips were very soft, and he rubbed them repeatedly, but it seemed that he could never kiss them enough.

This thing, which he used to consider disgusting, is now regarded by him as the most delicious delicacy.

Yun Qian was actually also confused. Brother, is this really your first time kissing me?

After the kiss finally ended, Lu Huai felt that his mind became clearer and calmer.

He leaned close to Yun Qian's ear and asked her, as if he was gently persuading her, as if he was in charge, but his tone was like a puppy begging for love, humble and pitiful. His eyes were slightly red, and his eyes were deep as he stared at Yun Qian.

"Qianqian, what about you about Lu Huai? Do you like him?" His voice was visibly nervous, a little dry but full of hope.

Yun Qian was dizzy from the kiss. She didn't say anything, but buried herself in Lu Huai's arms. Lu Huai supported her, still waiting for an answer, an answer that might allow him to reach the clouds or fall into hell in one step.

"I, I want to kiss him. Does it count?" The girl asked tremblingly, as if she was still a little uncertain, and asked the man.

The next moment, Yun Qian felt the vibration in the man's chest from his chuckle.

Lu Huai picked up the little face buried in his arms, leaned over, and pecked the girl's lips lightly, so softly that it was nothing like the unrestrained kiss just now. Then he stood up again.

He was his usual amiable self again, looking at the girl in his arms with a smile in his eyes. There seemed to be moisture in the girl's eyes, misty and moist, looking so pitiful.

Word by word,

"Now, you got the kiss, good girl."