Seemingly tinted with his coolness, Gu Qili’s mind suddenly froze as if a clock had stopped.
Soon, it was as if her whole body was electrified.
She was surrounded by his alcoholic breath, hammered by her own terrifying heartbeat, and the heat on her face burned her limbs scorching hot.
Feeling that searing temperature, the rich aroma of red wine, the unique fragrance of the man, Gu Qili felt dizzy as if flying in the clouds, surrounded by vast expanses of clouds, floating and drifting, completely as if hovering in mid-air, unable to find an exit, utterly lost.
"Xiaoyu." Until the deeply kissing man murmured in a low voice, which seemed to roll out from his throat, still carrying a hint of alcohol.
Gu Qili suddenly opened her eyes, as if falling straight from the clouds, landing on all fours, the pain piercing her heart.
Xiaoyu, it was this Xiaoyu again.
She extended her hands, clasped them on Mu Shuoqian’s chest, and with an outward push, she pushed him away.
He seemed really drunk, staggering back two steps barely stabilizing himself, his hand holding onto a nearby shoe cabinet for support.
She also believed he was drunk because otherwise, with his physically strong stature, how could she have pushed him away with just a light nudge?
Gu Qili, without saying a word, walked into the kitchen, casually shutting the door behind her. Through the frosted glass, she glimpsed Mu Shuoqian standing still for a while before entering his own bedroom.
No, that’s not right, the direction is wrong, that seems to be her bedroom.
Gu Qili hurriedly pulled the door open and followed him, originally planning to make him some hangover soup, but now she couldn’t care less.
"Mu Shuoqian, get up, this is my bed, your bedroom is across from here."
He moved slightly, but then tugged at the tie around his neck, casually tossing it onto the floor, murmuring hazily, "Xiaoyu, stop bothering me."
Gu Qili’s mouth stiffened, and from nowhere, a wave of resentment rose, she picked up a pillow nearby and smashed it towards his head.
Since he was not fully aware at the moment, even if it hurt him, he wouldn’t know; indeed, he instinctively wrapped his arms around the pillow, faced down into it, and fell asleep.
"If you like that Xiaoyu so much, just go find her," Gu Qili angrily threw another pillow overhead, "Scumbag Mu Shuoqian."
It seemed like he really fell asleep; the pillow hit him and then bounced onto the floor.
Gu Qili glared at him for a while before turning and walking out. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
Only after the sound of the door closing was heard, the person who had ’slept’ finally slowly opened his eyes, his bright black eyes showing no trace of intoxication, clear and lucid.
He deeply sniffed the pillow under his nose, it carried a faint girl’s scent, and where his gaze reached, on the white pillowcase lay a single long black hair, which he picked up with two good-looking fingers, brought it to his nose to smell, a pleasurable curve forming on his lips.
Turning over, he curled up with her pillow and closed his eyes, this time genuinely sleeping.
Gu Qili lay on the sofa in the living room, tossing and turning, but unable to sleep.