Dr. Jiang is shy again

The music in the bar is very loud, and the lights of various colors are flickering, rendering the atmosphere blurred.

It's not that Song Shuang didn't hear what Jiang Hua said, her expression froze, and there was still a faint smell of wine between her lips and teeth, and it was slightly sweet, which was the smell of Jiang Hua.

"Xiao Hua, you..." "I'm not drunk." Jiang Hua interrupted her, her eyes were serious, except for the smoky red on her face, she couldn't tell she was drunk.

Just now her head was a little dizzy, but now she is extraordinarily clear-headed, speaking out the words buried deep in her heart, feeling relieved.

Song Shuang didn't expect that the person Jiang Hua always said she liked was her, and she was so perfect in Jiang Hua's eyes.

But her mood is very complicated now, her feelings for Jiang Hua are very pure, and she has always regarded her as her younger sister.

When did it start to become cloudy, Song Shuang didn't know, the only thing she was sure of was that she would feel Jiang Hua, but it hadn't reached that level yet.

Song Shuang didn't know what her true mood was like. The moment she heard Jiang Hua say she liked her, the first thing that came to her mind was not rejection.

Even the kiss just now, she didn't feel uncomfortable, no resentment or disgust.

However, she didn't want to accept it either. Her feelings for Jiang Hua were too vague and not clear enough, and she would be irresponsible to Jiang Hua if she agreed.

It is precisely because the other party is Jiang Hua that she has to take it more seriously.

"elder sister."

Jiang Hua called her with blinking eyes, a little red at the end of her eyes was seductive under the light, and her lips were pouting lightly, glowing with water.

During the short 2 minutes Song Shuang didn't speak, countless bad answers flashed in Jiang Hua's heart, and she knew the ending just by looking at Song Shuang's expression, and she drank two more glasses.

Now it's half sober and half drunk.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Hua, I treat you as my younger sister." Song Shuang frowned and hesitated for a long time before saying this.

And this sentence happened to be the answer that Jiang Hua was most afraid of.

Jiang Hua was silent for a long time, like a stone slowly sinking into the bottomless sea, being drawn away from all the vitality.

"But, I never want to be your little sister, I just want to be your lover." Jiang Hua leaned on the bar, holding the wine glass with the other hand, tears in her eyes, gradually blurring her vision.

Jiang Hua cried silently. It was the first time Song Shuang was so at a loss. She had never seen Jiang Hua cry, but she had never cried so sad like this.

"Xiao Hua." Song Shuang moved closer and whispered softly in her ear.

Jiang Hua smelled the faint fragrance, and her gentle voice was in her ears. Thinking of not being able to love, she cried even more sadly, tears fell down in big drops, and even hiccupped.

"Tell me what you like. I really, really like you. I dream of being with you." Jiang Hua held Song Shuang's wrist with both hands, and looked at her with tears in her eyes. She was really drunk. up.

Song Shuang couldn't resist her gaze, and coaxed softly, "Shall we go back?"

"No, you have to tell me, otherwise how can I change it."

Jiang Hua was surprisingly strong, and Song Shuang couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried: "Can you let go first?"

"No, what if you run away again?"

Song Shuang thought it might be that the move cast a shadow on Jiang Hua: "But, I hurt."

As soon as the word pain was said, Jiang Hua immediately let go, and Song Shuang didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Jiang Hua's love for her is too heavy, she doesn't know if she can bear it, and if she can give her a better future.

She would not accept it rashly without knowing it at all. This is irresponsible to herself, and also irresponsible to Jiang Hua.

"Then can you tell me now?" Jiang Hua pouted.

Song Shuang gently wiped away the tears on her face, and smiled sweetly: "Of course."

"Can you stop laughing? When I smile, my heart hurts and speeds up. It's so uncomfortable." Jiang Hua frowned and said very seriously.

Song Shuang was slightly startled, and her smile disappeared immediately: "Didn't you say that you want to know what kind of person I like?"

Wenmi asked her that question too.

"Uh-huh."

"I like cute ones, taller than me, kind of clingy, and reliable when they are serious." Song Shuang didn't feel much when talking to Wen Mi at the beginning, but now he actually has a vague shadow in his heart.

Jiang Hua listened carefully and was still thinking about it, and almost cried again: "I'm not cute at all, what should I do?"

The drunk Jiang Hua was inexplicably cute, and Song Shuang felt uncomfortable when she rejected Jiang Hua, but seeing her like this, she couldn't help laughing.

"No, Xiaohua is very cute."

Jiang Hua tilted her head and looked at her questioningly: "Then since I have reached the standard, why don't you like me?"

Why?It's not that she doesn't like Jiang Hua, it's just that the love aspect is not strong. After treating her as a younger sister for a long time, she has never put Jiang Hua in any other position.

"It's not that I don't like you." Song Shuang said this with difficulty.

Jiang Hua felt her head was hot and dizzy, her chest was still hurting, she was wronged and uncomfortable, and she fell into Song Shuang's arms: "You lied to me..."-Song Shuang didn't know where Jiang Hua lived, so he had to take her back my home.

Jiang Hua formed a big font when she touched the bed, and then hugged her pillow tightly, not moving.

"It's my sister's smell, it smells so good."

Song Shuang, who was about to cover Jiang Hua with a quilt, blushed.

"But my sister doesn't like me, I like her so much, what should I do..." Song Shuang covered her with the quilt and walked out of the room without a sound.

It's not that he doesn't like her, but that he likes her so much that he can't bear to hurt her. She can't give Jiang Hua what she wants.

Song Shuang went to the bathroom to get a basin of water. The towel Jiang Hua used last time was still there. She should have bathed her, but she couldn't do it.

It might be okay in the past, but now she can't guarantee that she won't have a little muddy thoughts.

Jiang Hua smelled heavily of alcohol, she kicked off the quilt at some point, and unbuttoned her shirt, the neckline was wide open, and it was all white.

"Xiao Hua." Song Shuang called out to her, but there was no response.

She had no choice but to wipe her body herself. The towel was soaked in water and became warm. Song Shuang wrung out the towel and wiped her face.

Jiang Hua was a little uncooperative, the moment the towel touched her, she immediately looked away.

Song Shuang's hands froze in the air like this, she pursed her lips, and two seconds later, she put the towel on Jiang Hua's face, and the moment she touched her was very gentle.

"Hot, I want ice." Jiang Hua opened her eyes at some point.

"No." Song Shuang quickly refused.

Jiang Hua pouted, with an aggrieved expression on her face.

Song Shuang sighed, not reasoning with drunk people: "Since you're awake, go take a bath."

"I don't want to move, I'm dizzy." Jiang Hua doesn't drink well, and she has reached her limit after drinking so much. Now she is a little bit sober, and the picture of being rejected has been playing in her mind, and she doesn't want to face reality.

"Then put on your clothes."

Jiang Hua looked down and saw that she was disheveled and half-covered, so she turned red.

"Don't you want to wipe it? How can you wipe it if you don't take it off?"

Jiang Hua is a bit self-defeating.

Having said that, Song Shuang's eyes didn't shift by half, and she kept looking at her face while wiping, and her fingertips touched her face inadvertently, and her sense of touch became more sensitive.

Incredibly soft.

Jiang Hua snorted softly, startling Song Shuang, and quickly put the towel into the basin.

"After wiping, you go to bed early."

Jiang Hua's head was dull, and she stared blankly at her back, not recovering for a long time.

My sister's face is so red... Song Shuang rushed to the bathroom, still feeling terrified.

Unintentionally, she twirled her fingertips lightly. Song Shuang reacted, turned on the faucet, and slapped her face with clean water until the dryness completely dissipated.

Song Shuang felt that he must be drunk too, otherwise why would he have a physical reaction to Jiang Hua.

There is no guest room at home, last time I slept with Jiang Hua, but now I can't.

Song Shuang didn't go back to the room, but slept on the sofa in the living room. He was clearly in a mess, but fell asleep quickly.

Bringing Jiang Hua, who was a little taller than her, home, crippled Song Shuang's efforts.

-At four o'clock in the morning, Jiang Hua opened her eyes in a half-dream and half-awake state. She was not broken, and what happened last night was still vivid in her memory.

She was rejected by Song Shuang.

Jiang Hua brushed her messy long hair, feeling a little headache, she turned on the light, but there was no Song Shuang in the room.

She got up quickly, opened the door, the light in the room illuminated a corner of the living room, and at the same time Jiang Hua also saw Song Shuang curled up on the sofa.

Song Shuang has long hands and long legs, and the sofa is not big, so it looks uncomfortable to sleep on.

Jiang Hua walked in expressionlessly, and squatted in front of Song Shuang. When her gaze fell on her eyebrows, her eyes softened unconsciously.

Being rejected was actually expected. Knowing the result, she still had hope. She had always had delusions about Song Shuang, and this feeling became more and more intense when she grew up.

In the past, she only regarded Song Shuang as her elder sister, and she didn't remember when it changed.

Jiang Hua stared at her for a while, wrapped her arms around her waist, put her other hand on Song Shuang's knee, and gently hugged her.

In his sleep, Song Shuang unconsciously rubbed against Jiang Hua's arms, like a kitten.

Jiang Hua bent her lips, carried her into the room, and placed her on the bed smoothly.

Song Shuang touched the familiar quilt and subconsciously got in without waking up.

Jiang Hua was sitting by the bed, looking at her sleeping face, she didn't leave the room until her eyelids twitched, and lay down where Song Shuang had slept before.

- At nine o'clock the next day, Song Shuang, who just woke up, had a headache and sat up slowly.

No, she was on the sofa last night, how could she be on the bed.

Song Shuang walked out of the room and saw Jiang Hua who was still asleep, and her mobile phone on the sofa was still vibrating.

She walked in and took a look, it was her little apprentice Yan Leshan.

Song Shuang didn't wake her up, picked up her mobile phone and went a little further away and pressed the answer button.

"Hello."

"Sister Song?" The person on the opposite side asked hesitantly, and the voice was very familiar.

"Well, it's me. Jiang Hua drank too much last night. Is there something wrong with the hospital?" Song Shuang forgot that Jiang Hua had to go to work.

She has no habit of going to work, and when she was a teacher, she only went to school when there were classes.

"The teacher has asked for a lot of leave recently. Director Gao has already scolded her, and now she is so late and hasn't come yet..." Yan Leshan's tone was weak, and Jiang Hua was very worried.

She knew that Jiang Hua was special to Song Shuang, and now that they were together, it must have disturbed them, but she couldn't help it.

"okay, I get it."

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