sweet candy

Chapter 50
"Song Xixi?"

Tang Zhihuan called Song Xixi in a low voice.

"what……?"

With the soundtrack of the movie, Tang Zhihuan put his slender hands on Song Xixi's shoulders, and slowly approached him. He could quietly feel Song Xixi's nervousness and the shaking of his eyelashes.

The man tilted his head to meet her lips.

Song Xixi brushed his teeth, and there was a faint smell of mint toothpaste in his mouth, which was very similar to the taste in his mouth.

Probably because of the similar smell, he couldn't kiss enough...

The second hand of the pendulum was pacing, and the man's breath gradually became unstable and became hurried.

Song Xixi's heart was pounding, she closed her eyes and clutched at the hem of her skirt, Tang Zhihuan's appearance, it doesn't look like...incompetent...

After a long time, Tang Zhihuan let go of Song Xixi, his fair face was rarely stained with two shades of blush, his black eyes smiled deeply, holding Song Xixi's little face that was flushed due to lack of oxygen, and wiped the saliva on her lips with his fingertips .

"Cough cough..."

Song Xixi lowered her head and coughed a few times, feeling that Tang Zhihuan's gaze was still on her.

"I'm going to get the corkscrew."

The man's voice became low and hoarse, as if he hadn't calmed down yet, the coldness was magnetic, Song Xixi couldn't help covering his face as he watched his back going to the kitchen, she was still a little excited.

When the man found the bottle opener, Song Xixi had already opened the cake.

A small strawberry mousse cake topped with two slices of heart-shaped strawberry pulp.

She ate a piece with a fork, it was icy and sweet, Tang Zhihuan opened the bottle of red wine, Song Xixi fed another piece of strawberry to his mouth, and said in a coquettish voice, "Try it, it's quite delicious."

The man took her hand and ate the strawberry into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it: "General."

"It's not as sweet as you."

"..." This man!

Pour the red wine. This bottle of wine has a high alcohol content. Tang Zhihuan only poured a third of the glass for her, worried that she might get drunk: "You don't drink well. Let's drink less, as a souvenir."

After speaking, he handed the cup to Song Xixi and clinked glasses with her.

Song Xixi held the goblet and shook it lightly, she could smell the faint aroma of the wine, it was a bit bitter in the mouth, but the aftertaste was sweet.

Song Xixi began to make small calculations: "Are you good at drinking, I drink less and you drink more?"

"I rarely drink."

The man glanced at her. He seldom participated in parties and activities, unless he couldn't avoid it. He often left early when he did, and rarely exchanged drinks with others.

If you drink less, the amount of alcohol is naturally average.

When Song Xixi heard this, the smile on the corner of her mouth grew wider. She clinked glasses with Tang Zhihuan again: "Anyway, this bottle of wine is not too much. Let's drink it up tonight, okay? If you don't get drunk, you won't go home!"

"Must finish drinking?"

"Well, finish drinking!"

Song Xixi was firm, and even took the initiative to pour the wine. Every time Tang Zhihuan filled the glass with more than half of hers.

In order to make Tang Zhihuan drink more, she took a drink from the cup: "Since it is to commemorate our first date, of course we should be happy. It doesn't matter if you get drunk. I've finished drinking, so you too!"

While drinking and eating cake and chatting, a bottle of red wine was also finished by the two of them.

And the one-and-a-half-hour movie also came to an end.

Although Song Xixi drank less, his capacity for alcohol was too low.

I didn't get Tang Zhihuan drunk, I was already drunk, and I was still very excited when my mind was empty.

Although Tang Zhihuan was blushing, his consciousness was still clear. Looking at the drunken Song Xixi, he found it funny.

"Song Xixi?"

"what?"

"Are you drunk?"

"I... I think I'm okay, I can't get drunk, I want to get you drunk, I, I can still drink... You can't drink well, why aren't you drunk!"

Song Xixi's eyes were blurred, and Tang Zhihuan in front of her eyes turned into three or four overlapping figures, swaying and unrecognizable, she rubbed her eyes, and pointed at the man: "Why are you moving around, don't move!"

Saying that, she leaned towards him suddenly, hooked the man's shoulder, and lay in his arms, her voice was a little aggrieved:
"Tang Zhihuan, you still said that you can't drink enough, I'm losing my mind, why aren't you drunk yet?"

(End of this chapter)