Greedy.

With cake, you're out of alcohol.However, the stamina that you drank before turned up together, making you a messy and stupid person.

You are about to lie down on the table, put your head on the plate, and eat small pieces.Halfway through eating, you suddenly raised your head: "I haven't eaten cake for a long time."

Qiao Qing cooperated: "Really?"

"Since..." you mumbled, "I haven't eaten it. I don't know how to cook it, and no one will cook it for me."

"Then do you like to eat?"

"I like it." You looked into his eyes and said seriously, "I even forgot that I liked it, but as soon as I ate it, I knew I liked it very much."

Qiao Qing seemed to be smiling, and reached out to wipe off the cocoa powder from the corner of your mouth.

"Then someone will do it for you now, so you can rest assured and continue to like it."

You didn't answer, Qiao Qing said again: "So you see, the time is still good. It will make up for many regrets."

"No, it's not time." You interrupted, drunk and unreasonable, "It's you, you make up for the regret."

Time creates regrets, but you smooth them out.

Joe was slightly taken aback.

You stood up abruptly, too violently, and swayed a little.Qiao Qing also stood up and reached out to support you.Before he could ask, you leaned over and rubbed against his lips.

Just for a while, there is no smell at all.But you still smiled and said, "It's so soft and sweet."

Same as I thought.

Then you just sat down on your ass, so chic.You ate the remaining cake on the plate, and when you looked up, Qiao Qing was still standing.

Looking at you with complicated eyes.

He didn't know what he was thinking about, in short, he gritted his teeth at the conclusion: "...I wish I was drunk too."

You can't handle such complicated emotions now, so you chewed this sentence a little bit, and nodded: "Oh."

Qiao Qing looked even more hateful.

"...I really shouldn't let you drink."

You put your face up and smile. "You will give it again."

"That's why I didn't expect you to drink so badly!" He was rarely irritable.

You grabbed his hand hanging by his side and kissed his cuff.After kissing, he shook his arm: "Good boy."

Qiao Qing: "..."

He also sat down.

You are getting more and more sleepy, but you still hold on to his cuff.You hear the surroundings gradually quiet down, and the bizarre dreams have been lined up one by one to play.

The fingers were gradually pulled apart, and the thing held by someone was gently pulled out...

You startled and woke up.

"Don't go," you begged regardless of 21, "don't go."

Qiao Qing didn't expect you to react so strongly, you were caught off guard and speechless.

Seeing this, you panicked even more.The emotions in the dream intensified, and you couldn't control yourself: "Please don't leave me behind, I can't go back."

He had no choice but to explain: "I don't want to go. I'm with you."

You are not appeased at all.

Joe thought for a while, then hesitantly put the sleeve back into your hand.He said: "How about this? Can you trust me? Let you tie me a rope. If I want to leave, you will pull me back."

You don't speak, just squeeze your sleeves tightly.

Joe waited quietly.

After a long time, you asked, "Are you really not leaving?"

Having said that, the strength in his hand did not drop a single bit.

"I'm not going."

"really?"

"real."

You bowed your head in silence for a while, stroking his sleeve.

After a while, you suddenly raised your head again: "Are you really not leaving?"

"Don't go, stay with you all the time."

"Always?"

"Always."

Just repeat it over and over again, tirelessly.

I don't know how long it took, your voice became weaker and weaker, your head became more and more crooked, and finally slowly dropped to your arms.You lie on your arms, your hands have been unknowingly loosened, but you still muttered "really".

Qiao lightly retracted his hand.He stood up, looked at you for a while, then leaned over and kissed your temple.

"Really." He said, his voice soft.

It's early morning when you wake up.

Unfortunately, you don't have a shard.You have to open your eyes and reflect on what you have done, wishing to dig a hole in the ground right away.

What are those!The hooligan played lawlessly and acted like a baby with righteousness.

And that instant kiss...

You covered your head with the quilt and let out a groan.

After venting, you sat up, fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp, and checked yourself.

When the light is turned on, you close your eyes first.The bedside lamp turned out to be white, and it was so bright that it lit up most of the room by itself. Being a bedside lamp is really condescending.

You glance down.Your shirt has been replaced with a T-shirt, your trousers have not been changed, but your belt has come loose.The upper body is not sticky, you guessed that Qiao Qing wiped it off for you.The watch and tie were placed on the bedside table, a thin quilt was put on the body, and the air conditioner was turned on, but it was not too cold.You haven't seen this room before, it's not big, it's probably the guest room of Qiao Qing's house.

You got up to wash up, and there was a set of clothes thoughtfully placed at the end of the bed, and a sticky note was pasted on the top layer, saying "new".You don't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or sigh.

Once it's cleaned up, you lie back in bed and figure out what to do with your bout of drinking.You pondered for a while, but not only did you not come up with any solution, but you turned off the desk lamp angrily.

That light is so bright, it's embarrassing to face your shameful thoughts.

You tweak the settings and pull the drapes back so the walls are one-way transparent.You folded your hands behind your head and made up your mind to break the jar and just wait for the light of day.

You are determined to be an ostrich.If Qiao Qing insists on mentioning it, you will do anything to shut him up.

...Don't say it, you really want to kiss again.

When Dongfang first revealed his fish-belly, there was a soft knock on the door, and it was pushed open a finger-wide crack.You followed the sound and looked across the door gap, closing Qiao Qing's eyes.

you:……

How come it's like being a thief.

Being caught, Qiao smiled lightly and pushed the door open completely.He tightened his hand holding the doorknob, and said, "I... to see how you are doing."

It was clearly the truth, but the person who said it had a guilty conscience.

"I'm fine." You smiled at him calmly, not moving against me.

He is currently dressed very... at home, not even sportswear, just a T-shirt and bigger pants.

...it's kind of cute.

"Don't you have a hangover headache?"

"No." You answered bluntly.

Hearing this, Qiao lightly tapped his index finger on the doorknob twice, and the unlucky doorknob was already warmed by his body temperature. "Then you go on sleeping... I'm going back."

"Come here," you said, seeing Qiao Qing's dazed look, and said again, "Please?"

Qiao Qing walked to the bed suspiciously, and sat down on the bed.You didn't bother to wait, just grabbed his arm and pulled him over.

Qiao Qing said alertly: "I won't go."

you:"……"

Qiao glanced lightly at your colorful face and smiled.He didn't make a fool of himself, he stopped teasing, and finally said seriously: "What's wrong?"

You: "..." I was interrupted by him, and forgot.

You pondered for a few seconds, and finally recalled the feeling at that moment: "...I just want to touch you."

I didn't think there was anything wrong at the time, but it was only after the words came out that I realized that they were somewhat ambiguous.Contrary to your expectations, Qiao Qing didn't follow up with the teasing.

He let out a "hmm", very cooperative, and touched your cheek with the back of his hand.

A few chaotic dreams, a sleepless night, when the sky broke, someone gently caressed your face.

You grabbed his clothes and murmured: "From the shirt to the T-shirt...you seem to be approaching me step by step."

It's like the gods are a little bit stained with mortal dust.

It's unbelievable, so I want to touch it to see if it's real.

If yes, then I believe you will not leave.

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The next chapter is a real kiss