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Zhang Yiyan felt this way for the first time. His feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, and his head felt dizzy. Not far away, he leaned against the wall weakly, closed his eyes and recited the mind-purifying mantra. Yan Junge followed him and listened. He recited the incantation and couldn't help laughing.

He quickly walked a few steps and blocked the person in the corner. He grabbed his clenched hand to prevent himself from being hurt by his nails. He leaned forward and almost hugged the person. "Yanyan, you are drunk. I will take you back."

"No, I can force the alcohol out." Zhang Yiyan shook his head gently.

"No, this is your first time drinking. It's normal to get drunk. Don't you want to experience the feeling of being drunk?" Yan Junge stroked his hand with one hand.

The smell of alcohol was forcing him out, so what could he do? He asked softly, "Yanyan, just this once, let's feel it, okay? You have to experience everything before it's called life."

The clenched fist slowly loosened, Zhang Yiyan seemed to give up, but also seemed to agree with his words. His forehead hit Yan Junge's shoulder, hot air blew onto his neck, and he murmured, "Yan Junge, I'm dizzy."

Yan Junge smiled, lowered his head and kissed the red mark between his eyebrows, bent down, picked him up and walked to the third floor.

Two fiery bodies hit the bed. Yan Junge leaned over and looked at the person under him who was whispering unconsciously. He raised his hand and gently stroked the pretty face, feeling his heartbeat gradually speeding up.

At this time, Zhang Yiyan's eyes were blurred, with mist in his eyes, a faint blush on his cheeks, the corners of his mouth slightly opened, and his whole body was soft and defenseless, giving Yan Junge the illusion that he could completely manipulate him.

The desire for Zhang Yiyan in his heart reached its peak. He knew that he was drunk because the person under him was intoxicated. Slowly leaning down, he gently took the moist red lips in his mouth, and rolled them carefully, and his hot tongue entered the mouth, exploring.

"No,,,"

Zhang Yiyan felt a little out of breath and wanted to push him, but couldn't muster the strength. He weakly let him take what he wanted. His kisses slid down to the slender white neck. His big hands couldn't wait to get in, stroking the smooth skin inch by inch.

The increasingly heavy breathing intertwined together, and the lingering breath burned the calmness of the room, making people indulge in it.

Suddenly, as if he felt danger, Zhang Yiyan's instinct drove him to open his eyes wide, look in the direction of the door, and said, "Who?"

Hearing this, Yan Junge turned around suddenly and met Song Qing's resentful eyes. At this time, her lips turned white and her whole body was trembling. Her eyes were like fire beads staring at the two of them. To be precise, she stared at them. Zhang Yiyan.

Yan Junge took two deep breaths, tried his best to suppress the restlessness in his body, pulled the quilt aside to cover Zhang Yiyan, lowered his head and kissed the corners of his lips, "You sleep for a while, I'll be back soon."

Hearing the familiar voice, it was Yan Junge, Zhang Yiyan relaxed his guard, nodded, and slowly closed his eyes.

+ + + +

In the study, Yan Junge sat on a chair, took out his cigarette, thought about it, and then put it away. He sighed irritably, "Song Qing, let's talk."

At this moment, Song Qing couldn't hide his emotions at all, and stared at Yan Junge like nails, "You have already liked him, right? We broke up less than half a month ago, and you refused when I asked you to get back together. "

"Bring the person home now. I just returned..."

Yan Junge looked into her eyes and said very calmly, "Song Qing, it was you who wanted to break up with me in the first place. Now that we've broken up, who I like has nothing to do with you."

He picked up the cigarette case again, bit out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff, "I admit, I like Yan Yan, and I want to be with him."

"Your hostility is too obvious. I don't want this to happen again in the future."

Song Qing's expression became even more ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "We can never go back, can we?"

"Yes." Answered without hesitation.

Suddenly, as if he was exhausted, Song Qing's straight back became a little slack, "I want to ask one last question, when did you start to like him?"

"Did you fall in love with him when we were dating? You called Zhang Yiyan's name when you were drunk, before we broke up at that time."

Thinking of Zhang Yiyan, Yan Junge's originally cold face suddenly softened, and the corner of his lips curled up into a smile, "Yanyuan, he is dignified and self-possessed. In the words of the book, he is like a person who has been banished to an immortal."

Naturally, I also heard the meaning of his words, paused and said, "When I was with you, my heart never strayed. It was you who pushed me away."

"The first time I was tempted was probably after I left the Red Leaf Bar."

"I ordered him fried noodles from that restaurant where you didn't even eat a bite."

"You may think it's ridiculous, but it was in that little shop that I confirmed my heart."

"A person like him is as beautiful as a fairy drinking dew, but when he knew that I liked that store very much, he didn't have any picky, and he was very full."

As he said this, he glanced at Song Qing. As expected, the other party's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect it to start from that moment.

Yan Junge's eyes were full of love and appreciation for Zhang Yiyan, but he didn't want to get entangled with her anymore.

"Song Qing, we will meet many people. When that person appears, you will fall in love with him at first sight."

"That's the first feeling aroused in my heart. This may last a thousand years."

At this time, Song Qing's red eyes were full of stubbornness, but Yan Junge raised the corners of his lips and continued, "No matter when, where, or in any situation, even if it's a back, a corner of clothes, or the toe of a shoe."

“I could spot him at the first glance in the crowd.”

"I knew then that he had already lived in my heart."

After saying that, he got up and went to the bookshelf to pick up a picture album, walked to Song Qing and gave it to her, "Song Qing, I don't owe you anything. When you broke up with me, I was already ready to propose."

"Guess why Huang Yong is so familiar with this place, and why he was so shocked after knowing that we broke up."

Song Qing took the album, and what caught his eye was the proposal design. His fingers couldn't stop trembling, and he almost couldn't hold it steady.

His face instantly turned pale, his mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

"Song Qing, you can call me a scumbag and a quick change of heart, but these have nothing to do with Yan Yan."

After speaking, he walked straight out. When his hand touched the door handle, Song Qing suddenly said, "Junge."

Yan Junge made a move but did not look back.

"You're so cruel. I'm just a little unwilling. You didn't even give me a chance to regret it."

"Don't worry, it won't happen again."

"I, Song Qing, won't be so sloppy. From now on we will just be colleagues."

He pinched the edge of the album with his fingers, took a deep breath, and said, "Your mother probably knows about you and Zhang Yiyan. She has contacted me recently. You should be mentally prepared..."

"Thank you."