Blind date, the kind of marriage

Chapter 417

It wasn't long before she couldn't hold her head up.

Yuan Xiaotang leaned against the railing, looked at Zuo Yan's head, one turned into two, two turned into four.

She pouted and frowned, pointed at his face and shook her finger, and asked vaguely, "Why do you have so many?"

"Because you're drunk." Zuo Yan looked at her, drinking alone calmly, feeling like he was watching her drunk.

"Hehe, drunk." Yuan Xiaotang smiled wryly, sighed, and said, "Do you know? I married him because I was drunk..."

"It's not because you love him?" Zuo Yan was taken aback unexpectedly, his hand holding the wine glass trembled.

Yuan Xiaotang shook her head, pouted and said: "I was drunk, grabbed him, begged him to marry me... and then he agreed."

Zuo Yan's hand holding the goblet cracked with force, the glass was cracked by him, a trace of red wine slowly flowed down from the crack, flowed down the back of his hand, and dripped onto his thigh.

Yuan Xiaotang stood up suddenly, staggered and walked towards him. The distance between them was only two steps, and she felt that she lost her balance as soon as she took a step forward.

"Ah." Yuan Xiaotang yelled and fell into Zuo Yan's arms, straddling his lap.

Zuo Yan raised his hands stiffly, looked down and saw her head moving back and forth in front of her.

After drinking some wine, how could he control her when she threw herself into his arms like this?

Yuan Xiaotang slowly grabbed his clothes, her head was too heavy to lift, she could only lean on his shoulder, turned her head and squinted at him and said, "That's how I grabbed him and begged him to marry me .”

Zuo Yan's eyes instantly became deep and dark, burning with anger.

Is this how he and she are together?

Then if that day, the person she met was him, would she grab him and beg him to marry her?
He was really not reconciled to such a simple miss.

"Then the next day, we registered." Yuan Xiaotang laughed, as if returning to the happy past.

Zuo Yan's stiff hands slowly hugged her soft body, the red wine in the cracked glass had run out.

He casually put the cup on the railing and hugged her.

"Have you ever regretted such a marriage?" Zuo Yan asked with a trembling voice, hugging her greedily.

He knew that it was very rare for him to have such an opportunity, and if she was sober, he would not reveal his feelings at all.

It was only now that he dared to be presumptuous.

He is proud and unwilling to face the fact that he loves so badly.

He obviously cared a lot in his heart, but he never expressed it in a few words. It's not that he didn't want to, but he couldn't.

I can only look at her and help her, but I don't know what this feeling is.

It wasn't until he held her in his arms for the first time, kissed her lips secretly for the first time, that he knew his desire for her, and realized that it was love.

It's just that everything happened so late.

"I don't regret it..." Yuan Xiaotang muttered, thinking of something happy, she giggled while hugging him.

Zuo Yan hugged her very tightly, wishing not to let her go from now on.

"If I was the one you married back then, would you have fallen in love with me?" Zuo Yan asked anxiously.

He wanted to know the answer very much, but he was afraid that she would say no.

He held his breath and waited for her answer, but the person in his arms was breathing more and more slowly, and he didn't answer for a long time. She seemed to have fallen asleep.

(End of this chapter)