follow my heart

Finish a meal.

Most of the beer in Meng Buqing's hand was empty, his head was a little dizzy, and his eyes were shining with joy.She felt that her thinking was still clear, and she could still write calculus, so she was not drunk at all.

Ji Wan made a lot of nonsense, but she kept answering incessantly.

From her perspective, this is the happy conversation between two people.

Meng Buqing drank a few more sips of wine.

Suddenly, he smiled silly and asked: "Everyone says that drinking can bring you closer. Do you like me more?"

"..."

Ji Wan's eyes flashed, and she lowered her eyes to ponder the word "more" she subconsciously used.This "more" is there, which shows that she has always believed that she likes him.

Such an arrogant little girl.

Obviously don't know anything yet.

The corners of Ji Wan's lips curled up, a little helpless.He didn't answer her, just asked back: "Do you think the effect of wine is so great?"

"Well," Meng Buqing nodded bluntly, "Anyway, I think you are more pleasing to the eye."

Under the influence of alcohol, her voice was softer than usual, and her plain sentences were as sweet and crisp as if they were wrapped in icing sugar.

He stared at her with watery black eyes, obediently and softly.

Ji Wan stretched out her hand as if being tempted, and patted her hair with hooked lips, as if she was coaxing a big dog that was so cute and silly: "Okay, I also think you are cuter."

"..."

Meng Buqing felt something was wrong for a moment.

She raised her hand, pressed her hot cheeks with both hands, and realized that she was drunk, and she might have been talking nonsense for embarrassment.

Busily leaning on the edge of the table, she stood up shaking: "I'm going to wash the dishes."

"I'll clean it up," Ji Wan stopped her, "Go and play."

"Play?"

Meng Buqing took out his mobile phone in a daze and checked the time.She remembered that she had made an appointment to play a dungeon at night, but she forgot what time it was.

Had to revisit the chat history.

The fingers on the screen are not flexible, and I want to click on the chat box above, but accidentally click on something else.Meng Buqing rubbed the center of his brows depressedly, and had to admit that he was really dizzy from drinking.

She raised her eyes and saw Ji Wan's movement of picking up the dishes and chopsticks to clean them up steadily.

There was no sign of drinking at all.

As soon as Ji Wan entered the kitchen, Meng Buqing quietly weighed her bottle of beer, shaking it lightly, leaving only one straw empty.

Meng Buqing picked up his wine unwillingly, and there was still a shallow bottom left.

She drank the last bit quickly.

Throwing away the empty can, while thinking "I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, it's a tie", and I walked quickly to the sofa and sat down.I'm afraid that if I walk two steps too slowly, my legs will become weak.

It's not time for an appointment yet.

Meng Buqing was sitting on the sofa watching a small video on his mobile phone to sober up.

After a while.

Meng Buqing was too hot, stared at the screen, and quickly took off his coat.

He felt tired holding the phone, so he just lay down on the sofa, holding the phone with both hands, and playing with his elbows against the sofa surface.The slender legs were still suspended at the end of the sofa.

Ji Wan came out of the kitchen and put the cup on the table next to her.

"Drink some juice."

As soon as she approached, she saw Meng Buqing's white and thin waist exposed under the black sweater.The white skin lined up between the black clothes and black trousers is extremely dazzling.

Ji Wan hurriedly helped her pull up her clothes: "You'll catch a cold like this."

The fabric of the loose short sweater is quite thick, but unfortunately there is no elasticity.Ji Wan couldn't pull it off.

Seeing Meng Buqing shrunk, he thought that the hem of the clothes was being held down by her body.

He couldn't help reaching out to help her straighten her clothes.

Ji Wan also drank a lot of wine, her head was a bit more dizzy than usual, and she didn't think too much about her subconscious actions.

Her hand touched the girl's smooth and flat belly, and touched it up and down, and finally realized something was wrong.

"..."

It wasn't that the clothes were wrinkled, it was originally short.

After Ji Wan reacted, her cheeks became hot instantly, but fortunately, her long hair that fell down covered her reddened ears.

I was thinking about how to make things right.

Meng Buqing turned over, her cheeks were flushed, and she asked bluntly, "Why are you touching me here?"

"No, no!" Ji Wan was startled by her statement, she clenched her hands in embarrassment, and said in a slightly annoyed tone, "Why do you still wear such short clothes in winter?"

"It's not winter now, it's spring."

"..."

"Don't you know that this is a short sweater, and you think my clothes are rolled up?" Meng Buqing suddenly realized, and his smile gradually deepened, "Haven't you worn this kind of clothes?"

"..."

Meng Buqing had never seen Ji Wan's speechless expression before, she laughed arrogantly a few times, and wanted to continue teasing her, the internet call rang.

For activities such as group raids, you must be connected to the mic with your teammates.

She looked at the time, she was lazy after being drunk, and didn't want to go to the study to get the earphones anymore.

Pick it up and turn on the speakerphone: "Hello?"

The ending sound rises, a little more brisk than usual.

Seeing her start playing games, Ji Wan didn't bother her anymore, and stood beside her, picked up her computer and prepared to leave.

Suddenly I heard a girl's voice: "I have a stomachache, and I won't be studying today, so I will play with you earlier."

The sweet and childish voice is very recognizable.

Ji Wan paused, then sat down calmly.

"Okay, I happen to be fine."

"Do you mind if I pull another person?"

"of course can."

Ji Wan frowned slightly, always feeling that this girl's voice was familiar.

She recalled that she had heard a few minutes of interview with the author in the behind-the-scenes footage of the radio drama forwarded a few days ago.

At that time, I clicked to listen to the content before helping to promote it, and I still had an impression.

Ji Wan listened for a while, her face gradually became strange.

How is it so similar?

I remembered what Meng Buqing said in the Japanese grocery store a few days ago.

"..."

Ji Wan had a vague guess in her heart, took out her mobile phone, and clicked on the latest serial in the "Liu Yuan" column.Suddenly saw the leave note at the top of the copy area:

Stomach hurts today, please take a day off, don't wait, kiss TT

Beside him, the villain controlled by Meng Buqing wielded his sword nimbly, red, green and green flashed on the screen, and the monster was quickly knocked down.

"Go to the next floor, the next floor." Cui Youran's voice was quite excited.

"Yuanyuan is amazing, she's not zero at all tonight." The little friend she brought teased excitedly.

Cui Youran scolded angrily: "Shut up, you!"

Meng Buqing's tone was innocent, as if he didn't know anything, he said: "It's very smart, let's go."

The friend on the opposite side laughed sullenly.

Cui Youran gave up and said, "Let's go."

After a while.

Meng Buqing asked casually, "Why did she call you Yuanyuan?"

After a pause for a few seconds, Cui Youran replied very hesitantly: "Nickname?" Her friend finally shut up at this moment.

"..."

Ji Wan closed her eyes forcefully, she couldn't bear to listen anymore.

She got up and went upstairs with her computer in her arms.

Meng Buqing was unaware of Ji Wan's strangeness.I explained to everyone that I drank alcohol, my hands were a little fluttering, and my eyes were a little shaky, maybe I didn't play well.

Even Mai Sheng said it's okay, the boss is still a boss when he's drunk.

Soon another layer was defeated.

A piece of joy.

The windows in the living room were not fully closed, and the night breeze blew in, bringing a soothing coolness.Meng Buqing played for a while, and the drunkenness gradually subsided.

She was getting a little cold, and she had no time to put her clothes back on.

I had no choice but to shrink my shoulders and continue to climb the dungeon tower.

The copy of today's team will be finished soon.It was late, and everyone said see you tomorrow.

Meng Buqing hung up Lianmai and started to do her own solo task.

I got used to the cold and forgot to put on clothes.

Meng Buqing stared at the screen and said to himself: "Is there any remaining blood? Okay, look at my remaining blood for a second...you will go back..."

Although the operation on her hands was rougher than usual, the speed was faster.

The villain on the screen is majestic, while Meng Buqing outside the screen is talking nonsense.

When she was about to harvest, there was a sudden buzzing in her ears, and someone raised a cloth to trap her in it.

Meng Buqing's eyes darkened: "..."

Almost missed the phone.

"Sorry," Ji Wan immediately pulled the blanket covering her head away, and adjusted it carefully so that the soft blanket covered her whole body, "you won't catch a cold if you play like this."

Meng Buqing lowered his head, looked at the light brown soft blanket in astonishment and asked, "Is it your blanket?"

"Ah."

"Take it down and cover it for me?"

Ji Wan was silent for a few seconds: "I want to take care of you."

"You don't know how to take care of people at all," Meng Buqing turned his face to the side, with a smile flowing in his black eyes, and said in a very sincere tone, "It's so stupid to take care of people."

"..."

Ji Wan took half a step back, and said with a sullen expression, "You're not too drunk, take care of yourself."

"Well, but you also caused me to lose the game."

Meng Buqing showed her mobile phone.

Ji Wan glanced at the big words "Challenge Failed" on the screen, showing a bit of embarrassment, and then said sorry: "Then what should I do?"

She doesn't play games and certainly doesn't know how to remedy it.

Tried to ask: "Can you recharge for resurrection?"

Meng Buqing stared at her without speaking.

She likes the way Ji Wan wears home clothes, her cold demeanor fades away, and most of the difference between them as a student and a social person is blurred.

It feels a lot closer.

If it wasn't for Ji Wan's inexplicable airs, the age gap between the two of them wouldn't have required a different generation.

Ji Wan's apology was not an apology for the procedures that were perfunctory to avoid trouble.

Her tone was serious, and she asked how to remedy it.

It seems that what is disrupted is not a dispensable game of others, but some important contract.

"Actually, it doesn't matter..." Meng Buqing raised his face and looked at her, turned sideways and wrapped himself in the blanket, and whispered, "I seem to like you to take care of me."

The author has something to say:

This book is a bit different from the previous books about love at first sight. I think it is an improvement.

It's still a simple and clean healing sweet text