Eat chicken and eat the goddess

"Mu Ziyou, why are you so sure that I won't like you?"

Bai Hui's words were soft but resounding, and the ending was a bit lazy and drawn out. His dark eyes looked at Mu Ziyou in a daze, and when he opened his lips, the faint scent of wine sprayed on Mu Ziyou's face.

Mu Ziyou's fair skin was instantly stained with a blush, and she stared blankly at Bai Hui in front of her with wide eyes.

For a few seconds, Mu Ziyou searched for a solution in his mind anxiously and in a panic.

How should she respond to what Bai Hui said, whether to ask clearly or push away, or pretend not to hear.

After thinking for a while, Mu Ziyou felt that the best way to deal with it was to pretend not to hear.

But just as she was deliberating for a long time, when she clenched her fist and raised her head to pretend to be stupid, Bai Hui suddenly staggered back two steps, giving up the space in front of her.

Frowning and touching his forehead in discomfort, Bai Hui's face also turned red, which was abnormally red.

She turned around and walked towards the sofa. After taking two steps, she accidentally tripped over the coffee table and fell straight onto the sofa.

"Bai Hui."

Mu Ziyou was taken aback, put aside the messy thoughts in his head, walked quickly to the sofa, and checked Bai Hui's situation.

Bai Hui fell on the sofa and didn't get up. She just lay down on the sofa, with the back of her left hand gently resting on her forehead, her brows furrowed.

Her dark and beautiful eyes were like ripples on the surface of a lake, staring vaguely at the ceiling.

"Bai Hui, are you okay? What's wrong with you?"

Mu Ziyou was lying on the side of the sofa, looking anxiously at Bai Hui's face.

It doesn't look like he's sick, and with the red wine glass on the coffee table and the smell of wine on Bai Hui's body, it seems like he's drunk?

Bai Hui stared blankly at the ceiling as if she hadn't heard Mu Ziyou's words. She pouted a little bit aggrievedly, her eyes instantly became foggy, and crystal tears swirled in her eyes, which were about to fall.

She sniffled, and murmured softly and inarticulately.

"I hate it, I'm so dizzy."

Mu Ziyou knelt beside Bai Hui, turned his head to look at the half glass of red wine left on the table, then looked at Bai Hui who was on the sofa complaining about his dizziness in a low voice, and lifted his head helplessly and sighed.

Why doesn't Bai Hui know how to take care of himself?

She had repeatedly told Bai Hui that she had a bad stomach and could not eat spicy food or drink alcohol.

Although today's situation is understandable, but after drinking so much wine, it is Bai Hui herself who feels sick to her stomach afterwards.

While thinking dully, Mu Ziyou kept looking at Bai Hui's face worriedly, and reached out to gently touch her forehead.

It's still a little hot, maybe I've got a cold.

Bai Hui muttered on the sofa for a while, then closed her eyes quietly and obediently, her breathing was gentle, and her long and slightly curly eyelashes trembled slightly.

Fell asleep?

But even when she was asleep, Bai Hui's brows were still tightly frowned, and she didn't know if it was because she was drunk and sad or those troubles were entangled in her sleep.

No matter what, Mu Ziyou couldn't let Bai Hui just fall asleep on the sofa.

She had to be helped to her room to sleep.

Bai Hui's skin is really good, white and translucent, just like a boiled and peeled egg.

"Bai Hui, don't sleep here, go back to your room and sleep."

Taking advantage of Bai Hui's drunkenness, Mu Ziyou boldly stretched out his hand and poked Bai Hui's face lightly. It looked white and soft, and it was even worse when he poked it, like cotton, soft and elastic.

Bai Hui closed his eyes and turned his head slightly to the side, without opening his eyes, he just hummed softly.

"Ah."

Bai Hui was helped up by Mu Ziyou in a daze, and all her strength was on Mu Ziyou's body. The only cooperation was to lift her leg when Mu Ziyou said to lift her foot.

Bai Hui looked thin and light, but Mu Ziyou was really exhausted holding her up.

"Bai Hui, which room are you in?"

There were several rooms upstairs, and Mu Ziyou couldn't recognize Bai Hui's bedroom.

Fortunately, Bai Hui was not so drunk that she lost consciousness. She leaned on Mu Ziyou's shoulder and pointed to a room with a half-open door inside.

Some people say that the layout and decoration of a room can reveal a person's personality.

The wall of Mu Ziyou's room is covered with game cartoons and newspapers, and there is also a big hand-made cabinet. There are many things but not cluttered. They are neatly arranged and eye-catching.

But Bai Hui's room was too simple and clean.

Apart from a bed, a dresser and a wardrobe, there was nothing in the room, and even the walls were clean without even a small picture frame.

It's not like a long-term living bedroom, but deserted like a temporary hotel room.

He helped Bai Hui to lie down on the bed, and when Bai Hui touched the bed with his eyes closed, he quickly curled up.

Mu Ziyou carefully covered her with a quilt, and then went downstairs.

She originally wanted to make a glass of honey water for Bai Hui and drink it after Bai Hui woke up.

But Bai Hui's refrigerator was cleaner than her room, and there were only two eggs left.

I don't know what Bai Hui ate when he got home, or if he ordered takeaway every day.

In desperation, Mu Ziyou had no choice but to pour a cup of hot water and put it next to Bai Hui's bedside table, and tidy up the living room by the way.

At first, Mu Ziyou wondered why Bai Hui had such a good drinker and got drunk after drinking two glasses of red wine today. When she accidentally passed the small bar in the corner of the living room, she saw that there were several empty wine bottles on it.

Before she came, Bai Hui might have been drinking here all afternoon, no wonder he was drunk.

After tidying up the living room and washing the wine glasses, Mu Ziyou took a small bag of garbage and left with complicated thoughts.

After leaving the community, there was a section of the road that was quiet and empty, and there was no one there, let alone taxis.

Glancing at my watch, it was almost one o'clock in the morning. It seemed unsafe to call an online car-hailing car now, but it was even less safe to go alone.

When she was about to book a car, Yan Zhen's phone call came over suddenly.

"Sister... sister, are you still up so late?"

"Just about to go to sleep, I remembered that you went to find Bai Hui, did you find her?"

Yan Zhen's voice was clear and cold, but what he said made Mu Ziyou's heart soften.

She didn't expect Yan Zhen to call her about this matter so late.

Mu Ziyou squatted under the street lamp, looked up at the dark road in front of him, and looked around helplessly.

"I saw her and we made up, but she's drunk and asleep now."

Although we said the words "reconciled" very cheerfully, Mu Ziyou's voice quickly dropped again.

Yan Zhen was wearing a white nightgown, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room, the corners of his lips quietly raised slightly on his cold face.

"That's good, are you back to school?"

Mu Ziyou shook his head, stood up and continued walking.

"No, I'm taking a taxi."

Yan Zhen was a little surprised, frowning tightly, and asked.

"Take a taxi, it's so late and you still have to go home, didn't Bai Hui let you stay?"

Mu Ziyou smiled lightly, she waved her hand and said nonchalantly.

"It's okay, my home is not far away, I just call a car online."

On the other end of the phone, Yan Zhen was silent for two seconds, then she walked away from the window and went straight to the closet in the room, opened the closet and took out a set of clothes from it.

"Where are you now, I'll pick you up."

Mu Ziyou was taken aback for a moment, then quickly refused.

"No need senior sister, it's already early morning and you've already fallen asleep, don't bother you, I'll just go back by myself."

"Send me the address, and I'll drive."

After leaving such a sentence, Yan Zhen hung up the phone.

Mu Ziyou stared blankly at the hung up phone. She turned around twice, then scratched her head, and obediently sent her address to Yan Zhen.

Senior sister, come and pick her up.

Mu Ziyou thought so, although he felt that it was too much trouble for Yan Zhen, but he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

When he passed the living room with the car keys, Lin Chen was sitting cross-legged on the sofa watching TV, holding a box of tissues in his arms, with his hair loose and sobbing.

"You have to go out so late."

Seeing Yan Zhen walking out, Lin Chen raised his head, with tears still on his cheeks.

"Well, go pick up a friend."

Yan Zhen nodded, and glanced at the TV strangely.

An old movie was playing on the television, Casablanca.

At this point the movie is coming to an end and Rick is saying goodbye to Ilsa.

Lin Chen wiped away his tears with a tissue, and exhorted without looking back.

"Be careful on the road and come back early."