moonlight lure

Song Shiwei shook his head: "I don't want anything to happen to him. His nature is not bad, but he values ​​material things too much."

"So when you find a man, you must be a good match." Yao Jiajia said blindly and handed over the wine glass, "You and he have different backgrounds and have different values. Even if you get together, you will only drift further apart."

Song Shiwei bit her straw and took a sip of wine. She lowered her eyelashes and remained silent for a long time.

Yao Jiajia is right.

Compared with Mingxu's family, it is not an exaggeration to say that her family's conditions are suitable for marrying off.

Song Tang and her mother were both outstanding in their respective industries. She is still grateful for the material and vision they gave her since childhood, but their emotional breakdown has always made her feel very painful and unforgettable.

When she first met Ming Xu, she thought they were the same type of people. Neither of them had families to rely on, and they were forced to rely on themselves. But looking back now, it's not like that.

The background given to a person by his native family has been determined and permeated from birth, and has long determined the person's future life trajectory.

Therefore, her personality is sensitive and closed, so his orientation is materially extreme.

Their life trajectories are destined not to overlap. Even if they once intersected, they would only go farther and farther in different directions.

Just thinking about the love they had together, she still hoped that they could be well, instead of seeing each other fall into the abyss.

***
When Song Shiwei came out of Yao Jiajia's house, she was gradually getting drunk and her thoughts were a little groggy.

She returned home, took a shower, and while lying on the sofa waiting for her hair to dry, she opened her circle of friends again.

The photo on the work permit was taken when Mingxu just graduated and joined the company. His face was fair and gentle, the edges and corners were not as sharp as they are now, and his eyes were not as cold but sharp as they are now.

Song Shiwei looked at each other for a long time with the person in the photo, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

She forced herself to click on his profile picture, lingered in the input field for a long time, and finally slowly typed a line of words. Just as she was about to send it, she received a call from her cell phone.

She picked up the answer, closed her eyes and pressed her temples, her voice vague: "Hello?"

The other party was silent for a few seconds: "Have you been drinking?"

She hummed, and there was silence on the other end of the receiver for a long time before she said in a deep voice: "Does your head hurt?"

"Head doesn't hurt."

Song Shiwei rested her chin on the pillow, her voice sounded muffled and she was dazed, "My stomach hurts."

When she hung up the call, Song Shiwei was so sleepy that she could hardly open her eyes.

She lowered her hands and turned over, lying on the sofa and quickly fell asleep.

Half asleep and half awake, she vaguely saw Ji Yanchen's gloomy face, which seemed very angry. He looked a little scary when he was angry. She carefully asked him what was wrong. He stared at her for a long time, and finally said nothing and turned around and left.

At that moment, she felt panic for no reason. She wanted to stop him, but she seemed to be trapped and couldn't make a sound no matter how hard she tried.

She stood there helplessly, the feeling of being abandoned when she was a child coming back to her.

Under extreme nervousness and fear, she gradually couldn't see clearly who the figure in front of her was that was getting farther and farther away from her. Sometimes it looked like Ji Yanchen, and sometimes it looked like Song and Tang in his youth.

She squatted on the ground in a daze and cried softly.

Warm liquid continued to overflow from the corners of his eyes, his vision became increasingly blurry, and his stomach cramped due to tight nerves. She buried her face in her arms and cried for who knows how long. Finally, the sound of steady footsteps came from behind her from far to near.

The voice stopped behind her, and then a big hand gently pressed her shoulder.

She sobbed and turned back to look, but before she could see clearly who was coming through her tearful eyes, a sudden knock on the door interrupted her dream.

Song Shiwei opened her eyes in a daze. After being sluggish for a moment, she slowly sat up and wiped her eyes with her fingers.

Her existing brain power could not support her to think about who would come to see her at such a late hour. She instinctively got up and walked over to open the door amidst the continuous knocking. The gloomy face of the person outside the door seemed to have come out of her dream. She He raised his face and murmured in confusion: "You...what's wrong with you..."

Ji Yanchen stood outside the door, originally holding back a lot of anger, but all of it suddenly disappeared when he saw her confused and soft look.

He cursed inwardly that he was getting more and more bottomless. He reached out and handed a paper bag to her, and said helplessly: "Stomach medicine, take one tablet with warm water."

She lowered her head and took it, muttering to herself blankly: "...There is no warm water."

Ji Yanchen looked at her dimly for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Shall I boil water for you?" She nodded and looked at him with eyes so clear that it made people feel guilty: "Thank you."

15 minute later.

Ji Yanchen stood in the kitchen and poured the newly boiled water into a cup. He thought to himself that the person who refused to let him in when he was sober actually invited him in unsuspectingly when he was drunk.

It seems that people really need to stay away from alcohol, it is too dangerous.

He put the water glass in the refrigerator and kept it cold for a few minutes. He felt that the side of the glass was no longer hot before walking back to the living room.

There was only one lamp next to the sofa turned on in the room. She was lying on the pillow of the sofa, her eyelids fighting again.

He leaned over and held her shoulders, calling her softly: "Take the medicine before going to sleep."

She sat up in a daze, relying on his strength, and lazily raised her chin very naturally.

Ji Yanchen was stunned for a moment before reacting. After a moment of silence, he put down the water glass, tore open the medicine box and handed a piece to her lips.

She opened her mouth slightly and bit it, her soft lips brushing against his fingertips, which made his eyes darker and darker.

The corners of his lips tightened slightly, and he lowered his eyes while holding the water glass, waiting for her to drink it.

She took a couple of sips delicately, then raised her face to signal that she didn't want to drink any more. Her lips were stained with water and looked bright.

Ji Yanchen's Adam's apple rolled for a moment, and he looked away with calm eyes.

He put the cup on the table and whispered: "If you still feel uncomfortable after a while, drink a bottle of hangover medicine, which is also in the bag."

There was silence in the room, no one responded.

Ji Yanchen couldn't help laughing at herself as to why she had to tell a drunk person so many words, but she couldn't understand.

He squatted down, took out the hangover medicine from the paper bag and placed it next to the water glass. After thinking about it, he picked up the hangover medicine and tore open the lid, inserted the straw, and placed it next to the cup again.

After preparing everything, he turned back and said softly: "Then you should go to bed early."

He suddenly fell silent.

In the quiet night, the person behind him lay on his side on the sofa and looked at him silently.

Her face was very quiet, and her eyes were also very quiet, like a calm and bewitching dark swamp. Those who were attracted to it were destined to never recover.

But he has been inside for a long, long time.

He saw his clear reflection in her pupils, like a loyal believer imprisoned in her cage.

His eyes worshiped every inch of her face, from her forehead to her eyebrows, from her nose to her lips.

Her lips were a very light pink color, and the shape of her lips was slightly upward, which added a delicate and delicate feeling to her cold face, which was vivid and attractive.

His eyes couldn't help but darken deeper, and an unknown moist aroma surged in the air. He couldn't help but want to get closer to her, closer, and closer, so that he could tell for himself whether this fragrance came from her. she.

He slowly leaned down, and the person on the sofa made no move, quietly waiting for his approach.

The strong sense of aggression and the light smell of alcohol gradually blended together, and the airflow between the two of them heated up rapidly as if it were sealed. The tip of his nose gently touched hers, and the touch was slightly cool and hot. Just as he was getting closer to that soft spot, the phone on the carpet suddenly vibrated.

Ji Yanchen: "..."

He stopped moving with a dark face, and the people on the sofa looked at the source of the sound with confused eyes.

He rubbed the top of her hair and whispered comfort while reaching out to pick up the mobile phone on the ground. After clearly seeing the three words dancing on the screen, the jealousy he had suppressed all night suddenly surged to the top of his head again.

He turned down the call with a grim expression and was about to throw the phone away when the time on the home screen flashed and jumped to 00:00.

A new day has begun, and at the same time, calendar reminders pop up.

[Today, all day long, is Dr. Ming’s birthday].

(End of this chapter)