I am a wall flower in Kuai Chuanwen

Chapter 291 292 I like you so much...

Duan Jiamu's eyes were tightly closed, and Sang Yu looked at his thick eyebrows and eyelashes, his high nose bridge, and his plump lips, and remembered everything that happened outside the bar just now in his mind.

Although Duan Jiamu kissed her because she was drunk at the time, it happened unexpectedly. Duan Jiamu might never remember this episode, but Sang Yu was sober, she couldn't ignore the kiss, after all This is her first kiss.Sang Yu didn't know what kind of mentality she would have to face Duan Jiamu in the future, she could only force herself to try to forget what happened tonight.

Sang Yu's thoughts were still floating, while Duan Jiamu was holding her and mumbling again, not knowing what he was talking about.

Duan Jiamu said another sentence, Sang Yu listened carefully, and finally understood.

Duan Jiamu closed his eyes and whispered, "I like you so much..."

"I like it very much."

When Duan Jiamu said this, tears still slid down from the corners of his closed eyes and flowed to his cheeks.

This was the first time Sang Yu saw Duan Jiamu cry. The tears rolled from his cheeks to his cheeks, and finally dripped onto the pillow under his head. A faint watermark was printed on the striped pillowcase.

Looking at the water mark, for some reason, Sang Yu suddenly felt a slight pain in his heart.

She has never liked someone before, and she doesn't know what it's like to like someone but can't love her, and she feels heartbroken. She has never liked to show her emotions, but every time she sees Duan Jiamu, There will always be some emotions looming in her heart that she doesn't know about.

The system also felt distressed when it saw it: [Sang Yu, the second male lead really likes the heroine, and she cried for her. 】

Sang Yu twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, but said nothing.

Sang Yu could only look at Duan Jiamu quietly, watching him cry, and didn't know how to comfort her. After all, she was not Gu Xixia, and she couldn't give him any comfort.

Duan Jiamu muttered something behind him, his voice was so small that Sang Yu couldn't hear clearly.

They were very close. In order not to touch Duan Jiamu's body, Sang Yu could only raise her head awkwardly, trying not to let her head stick to Duan Jiamu's chest, and supported his chest with the palm of her hand. After sleeping for more than an hour, Duan Jiamu moved his arm lightly and relaxed a little. Sang Yu took the opportunity to get out from under his elbow, jumped out of bed and stood up.

Sang Yu felt a little pain when his neck was tilted like this for an hour, so he reached out and hammered his neck, then glanced at Duan Jiamu, stretched out his hand and pulled the back strap to cover his body.

After covering Duan Jiamu with the quilt, Sang Yu picked up the clothes Duan Jiamu had left on the ground and put them away, sat on the chair and waited for a while.

Seeing that Duan Jiamu should indeed be sound asleep, Sang Yu reached out and turned off the light in Duan Jiamu's bedroom, and then went back to her own home from their house lightly.

When Sang Yu returned to the bedroom, she glanced at the time, and it was already three o'clock in the morning. She didn't wash up anymore, she pulled the quilt and lay down, trying to sleep, but her mind was always thinking about what happened tonight. I fell asleep in a daze until dawn.

When Sang Yu got up, Yu Shuxin had already gone to work.

I don't know if it was because she stayed up too late last night. When she woke up in the morning, she felt a little pain in her head and neck, and her nose felt a little blocked. The corner of her mouth, which was scratched by Duan Jiamu, was also slightly red and swollen.

She searched around in the medicine box, but couldn't find any cold medicine. In the end, she could only boil some water, drink some, and lay down on the bed again.

Duan Jiamu was woken up by a knock on the door, he got up from the bed, after a hangover, he had a severe headache.

Duan Jiamu glanced at his body, he was not wearing any clothes, and his shirt was thrown on the bedside table beside him.

He had a vague memory of what happened last night, he only remembered that Bian Jiayi said he would call Sang Yu and ask Sang Yu to come pick him up. Later, he remembered that Sang Yu had come, and Sang Yu helped him to go After he vomited in the toilet, he couldn't remember what happened afterwards. He didn't know what he did or what he said.

There were only some vague fragments in Duan Jiamu's mind, as if they went to a small alley, and there seemed to be the sound of fireworks going off, but he completely forgot what he did.

The knock on the door became louder and louder. Duan Jiamu rubbed his messy hair irritably, jumped off the bed, turned around and took a look at the shirt, only to find that the shirt had been torn.

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

Duan Jiamu threw the shirt aside, took a random piece of clothing from the cabinet and put it on, then went outside and opened the door.

The moment he opened the door, Duan Jiamu saw Bian Jiayi's smirking face.

Bian Jiayi had a concave shape, and when he saw Duan Jiamu, he raised his hand and greeted him with a smile on his face, "Brother Mu, good morning."

Duan Jiamu gave him a cold look and didn't intend to pay him any attention.

Bian Jiayi smiled indifferently, then poked his head, looked around the room, lowered his voice, and said to Duan Jiamu: "Yesterday, you had a good time during the spring festival, didn't you?"

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

Duan Jiamu had a severe headache, frowned, and said coldly, "You are sick."

After Duan Jiamu finished speaking, he turned and walked into the room.

Bian Jiayi looked at Duan Jiamu frowning, looked around the room again, and found that there was no one except Duan Jiamu, he nodded his head, and then said hesitantly as he walked: "No, Brother Mu, you were the only one last night Are you home?"

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

Duan Jiamu held the water bottle and frowned slightly, "Otherwise."

Bian Jiayi was even more puzzled, "No, when I left last night, I clearly told Sang Yu that I asked her to take care of you."

Duan Jiamu's fingers holding the kettle tightened, the corners of his mouth tensed up, the corners of his eyes drooped, and he stared at Bian Jiayi, "Say, Sang Yu was at my house last night?"

Bian Jiayi nodded, "Yes, she was still here when I left."

Duan Jiamu pursed his lips slightly, his throat moved, and then he said to Bian Jiayi: "Last night, at the bar..."

When Duan Jiamu said this, he paused for a moment, then pursed the corner of his mouth, and then continued: "Did you send me back?"

When Bian Jiayi heard what Duan Jiamu said, he shook his head, "I didn't send you back alone, I sent you back with Sang Yu."

(End of this chapter)