Zheng Yi suddenly approached him, their big eyes met their small eyes, and their breathing was close at hand.

Yan Zhuo's head was full of black lines, and he asked silently, "What are you doing?"

"Why not," Zheng Yi blinked and asked, "Are you excited?"

"..."

"No," Yan Zhuo said firmly, "not at all."

"...Okay," Zheng Yi took a sip of his drink and said, "I can't see him. You, I can see through it. You don't like men, you only like him."

Yan Zhuo did not deny it, staring at the wine in the glass without saying a word, the warm light reflected in the glass made people a little lazy.

After a while, Song Yan came back, his face didn't look unwell, and it was normal that he had never drunk.

"Are you okay?" Yan Zhuo asked close to his ear.

Song Yan nodded.

Zheng Yi restrained himself in time and did not dare to persuade Song Yan to drink again. He said, "Let's stop drinking Mr. Song. It's not a problem for me to go back to school full of alcohol."

"Heh," Song Yan smiled sarcastically, raised his wine glass and used his own way to treat others, "If you don't dare to drink, you're not considered a man."

"Whoo-"

This sentence was like a match, instantly igniting Zheng Yi's passion. Two adults who add up to half a hundred start a childish game of "smashing wine", as if whoever drinks the most wins.

Yan Zhuo has a big head on the side. What if both of them are drunk?

He almost numbly watched the two fight the wine, and finally ended the "wine game" with Song Yan's slight victory.

"Are you all okay?" Yan Zhuo asked, holding his head in his hands, and he, who had been ignored for a long time, finally got attention at this moment.

"Okay." This is Song Yan.

"I'm fine." This is Zheng Yi.

"..."

"I, I'll go to the checkout, you...you sit." Zheng Yi said with a big tongue, and there were six wine jugs on the table.

Yan Zhuo was about to say, "Can you do it?" when Song Yan held him back. Song Yan took out his wallet and handed it to him: "Go... to checkout."

"..."

When Zheng Yi heard this, he stopped them: "No, no, I'll invite you."

Song Yan: "I have money."

Yan Zhuo is speechless, are you really okay? !

After sending Zheng Yi to the rental, Yan Zhuo returned home with Song Yan.

Song Yan fell down as soon as he touched the sofa.

There was a small wooden table next to the sofa with a photo frame on the wooden table. Yan Zhuo was curious, and just as he was about to help him up to take a look, Song Yan suddenly snorted unconsciously.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Zhuo asked nervously, "Are you dizzy? Drink water?"

As he spoke, his breath gushed on Song Yan's face. Song Yan felt awkward, and gently touched his face with his hand.

"Don't talk to me."

Yan Zhuo pretended to be puzzled: "Why?"

Song Yan turned his face back again: "What do you think? Seduce me?"

It was said that drunkenness was contagious, but Yan Zhuo felt that he was drunk too. Song Yan squinted his eyes at this moment to make him less nervous.

"I—" He was about to say something, but suddenly the hand on the table slipped, knocking the photo frame on the table to the ground.

The sound of the glass hitting the floor was very sharp in this silent night.

Yan Zhuo hurriedly squatted down, picked up the photo frame, and placed it neatly on the table.

There are three people in the photo, Song Yan, Jiao Jingwei and another man who has never been seen before.

Yan Zhuo took a picture of the strong frame.

Luckily it wasn't broken!

The ambiguity just now disappeared in an instant, Song Yan frowned: "Why are you moving the photo frame?"

"I didn't, I just accidentally put it-"

"Who made you move," Song Yan said, "you can't be honest."

The condemnation and distrust in his tone made Yan Zhuo aggrieved.

Said no more. Yan Zhuo's voice trembled back to him: "What are you fierce!"

As soon as he was wronged, Song Yan became inexplicably irritable: "How old are you, you don't know how to say sorry if you did something wrong?"

I want to say it, Yan Zhuo is heartbroken, but you get mad before I even say anything. When you get mad, I just feel wronged and forget what to say.

Yan Zhuo was willful and said stubbornly: "I won't, I won't do it."

However, he saw Song Yan's face getting colder and colder for a few seconds without being willful.

...

Yan Zhuo was stunned, he smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I didn't say anything, I didn't apologize, I didn't know how to speak, please forgive me if you have a lot."

As soon as he ripped off, Song Yan didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. After a while, he put down four words with a cold face: "Pay attention next time."

"it is good."

Yan Zhuo fell in love with his awkward character, which was indescribably cute. He couldn't hold back the little joy in his heart, and he looked over and gave Song Yan a light peck on the face.

Song Yan's body froze, overwhelmed by his sudden behavior, since when could he face Yan Zhuo with ease? Sighing slightly, he frowned and reminded: "Next time...don't be so sudden."

Yan Zhuo was still a little shy at first, but when he heard this, he felt a little disappointed, and he said, "I see, next time I...not like this."

In the middle of the night, Song Yan fell asleep, Yan Zhuo lay beside him and stared at him without blinking. The shimmering light from outside came in and lightly hit the duo's quilt.

When will you sweeten me, Yan Zhuo thought, or just sentence me to death. Right now, it's like you're pulling a rope around my neck, hanging my breath, unable to catch my breath. You can strangle me with a little force.

I sometimes wonder if this rope would be in my hands, but if that's the case—

Even if I strangle myself, I'm afraid I can't bear to hurt you.

Crossing the thorny hillside, flowing through the river of unknown depth, when I come to you, I hope -

We can be happy together.

Chapter 40 Cornea

Early in the morning, Yan Zhuo got up and bought breakfast, and Song Yan smelled the aroma of the food as soon as he came out of the bathroom after washing.