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She staggered to her feet and threw herself into his arms, which were filled with the scent of cedar and mint. She put her slender arms around his neck, almost no distance apart, nose to nose, wine and lust flowing in her face, it was her charming smile.

At this time, almost everyone had left. They were standing in the midst of drunkenness and revelry. No one saw the scene of the rumored unattainable second son of Song Dynasty being so ambiguous with the female star. It was exactly as she wanted. It had only been a few hours, but she was so tight to avoid suspicion. .

Breathing intertwined, whose heart beat faster.

"I'm so beautiful, do you want to do something?"

Song Yanqing staggered away from the distant kiss and looked at her close at hand: "Are you crazy, Cheng Xuran?"

A touch of drunkenness, a touch of absurdity.

The black tie and dark green skirt are entangled to create a fiery and ascetic scene.

She turned around gracefully and staggered forward, her voice very soft: "Sorry, I'm a little drunk."

My head is dizzy.

With self-destructive madness.

The bizarre events these days have been like a dream.

All the flattery has become so familiar that it still feels numb.

"Second Young Master Song."

She turned around, her voice bright.

He responded and walked behind, calmly, "What's the matter, big star?"

"If the big star doesn't want to work hard anymore, why don't he crawl into your bed? How expensive are you? Then I'll share the spoils with you."

Song Yanqing laughed.

"Would you like to kill yourself tomorrow morning to show your innocence?"

How could Cheng Xuran care about tomorrow? She vomited halfway through. Song Yanqing knelt down on the side of the street and looked at her, with a fleeting glance that outlined the clear outline of his chin.

After Cheng Xuran finished vomiting, she felt half better. Her hair was messy and covered half of her face. She had a lazy and decadent French beauty. She took the water from Song Yanqing and saw his face, which went blank for a few seconds. Say thank you.

He took her home, all the way to the seventh floor.

"I'm going to sleep." Cheng Xuran, who may or may not have woken up, stood at the door of his house and asked him, "Are you sleeping?"

Song Yanqing pulled his lips: "Next time." He said: "Go to bed early."

She turned around and walked towards the elevator, smelling of her perfume.

"Song Yanqing." Cheng Xuran leaned against the door, "Isn't it strange tonight?"

"See you a lot."

It is common for people like her to play one or another role in the fame and fortune fair, actively or under duress, aloof or flattering, far more than she imagined.

but--

"This is the first time I've met someone as honest as you." He turned back to look at her, "Don't toast too much, learn to be lazy, big star."

"I've learned my lesson. I'll show it to you next time." Cheng Xuran said, "Good night."

Cheng Xuran turned around and entered the house, inserting the key into the keyhole.

The key turns in the lock.

There was a slight unlocking sound.

"Meow."

There was a shrill meow in the house.

Cheng Xuran opened the door, and the little orange cat rushed to his feet, claws and teeth, tearing at the dark green skirt.

Cheng Xuran remained silent and slurred: "Be good, baby."

She closed the door with her backhand and walked to the bedroom. She paused suddenly and looked at the fully drawn curtains in the living room, fluttering slightly in the wind.

Did she forget to open the curtains when she got up this morning?

She clearly remembered that she pulled away...

"Meow!!"

The sharper and more anxious meows were still ringing. Cheng Xuran's eyes moved to the closed bedroom door. She didn't close it, never.

Even though there was only one door between them, she felt cold all over her body. The heat from the alcohol pouring into her throat turned into another kind of creepy chill.