His body reacted faster than his brain, and Jun Moyan hurriedly got up from the bed, put on his shoes, and fled the room as if escaping.
Standing outside the door, Jun Moyan recalled what had just happened and was filled with guilt and a sense of sin.
The thought that he had actually kissed Xiaoguai made Jun Moyan wish he could shoot himself twice.
The saying "In vino veritas" really is true.
"Your body is much more honest than your mouth, and a body doesn’t lie."
Shangguan Yu’s words echoed in his brain, making Jun Moyan feel irritable.
He couldn’t calm down his emotions no matter what.
He took a step and could only quickly leave the place.
After descending the stairs and exiting the hall, standing at the villa’s entrance, he didn’t know where to go.
The bottles of wine at the villa’s door were still there. The evening breeze carried a faint scent of alcohol.
Jun Moyan stood at the entrance, his mind filled with the image of him kissing Wen Xiao’ai.
The more he thought about it, the deeper the guilt he felt.
He threw a punch, striking the stone pillar beside him.
He was filled with regret.
Soft footsteps approached, followed by a voice:
"What are you doing in the middle of the night, practicing boxing?"
Jun Moyan withdrew his fist and turned to look at the drunkard approaching him.
The drunkard walked over, looked at the five or six empty wine bottles scattered over the steps, bent down to pick up an unopened one, uncapped it, and took two swigs.
Then he looked at Jun Moyan: "What are you doing, not sleeping at this late hour, drinking so much?"
Jun Moyan didn’t answer his question. He composed himself and asked absentmindedly, "Did you just get back?"
"Yeah, if I’d known you were going to drink tonight, I wouldn’t have gone out for drinks," said the drunkard, tilting his head back for a few more gulps.
The drunkard finished a bottle in a few gulps, bent down to pick up another unopened one, but after thinking about it, he ultimately set it down again.
"You take your time drinking. I’m going back to sleep, or soon Qing Yi will call to hurry me back," said the drunkard.
"Wait," Jun Moyan called out to him.
"Sit with me for a while." He couldn’t be alone right now. The moment he was left to silence, the memory of that kiss would come flooding back...
"Alright," said the drunkard, seeing that he was troubled, he wasn’t in a rush to leave and simply sat down on the steps, opened a bottle of wine, and began drinking.
Jun Moyan sat down beside him.
He had thought that with someone else’s company, he wouldn’t keep thinking about what had just happened, but his mind was still filled with the image of kissing Wen Xiao’ai.
"Say something," he blurted.
"Say what?" The drunkard looked at him, baffled.
"Anything’s fine, you can even sing, as long as it’s noisy enough," he replied.
The drunkard blinked, looking at the unusual Jun Moyan and laughed, asking, "What’s wrong with you? You seem off."
"You must be kidding, this is nothing? I’ve never seen you ; you look as if you’ve done something terrible."
Seeing he wasn’t talking, the drunkard offered him the bottle: "Have a drink?"
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"..." Jun Moyan was silent for a long time, hesitant, but finally asked, "What is liking someone?"
"Huh?" The drunkard was taken aback, nearly choking on his drink.
After wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth, the drunkard looked at Jun Moyan curiously: "What did you ask me?"
Seeing that Jun Moyan didn’t want to repeat the question, the drunkard smiled and said, "Liking someone is... I don’t know either."
"Do you have someone you like?" Jun Moyan turned his head to look at him.
"..." The drunkard paused, his eyes shifting, his expression changing slightly.