After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

The smell of perfume on a woman.

In fact, they were so close that Song Xier could already recognize the man from his vague outline and figure.

The curtains were not tightened, and the streetlight outside the window filtered in through the gaps in the curtains, and a few strands fell on the straight bridge of the other person's nose.

Half bright, half dark.

It seems that I can see clearly, but it seems that I can't see anything clearly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Song Xier wanted him to take his hand away.

The man's hand moved, but he did not move away. Instead, he rubbed her soft lips with his fingertips.

In the darkness, Song Xier's eyes widened and she wanted to step back, but the man followed her movements and penetrated her mouth directly with his fingertips while she was struggling.

Song Xi'er bit down without thinking, but the other party seemed to have anticipated her move and pinched her jaw slightly so that she couldn't use any force.

The other hand that was pressing Song Xi'er withdrew, and then touched her head.

Then it went down her hair, landing on the back of her neck, and then her earlobes.

At the same time, his breath was getting closer and closer. The hot breath, accompanied by the smell of alcohol, burned Song Xier's skin like a fire in the silent night, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

She even felt the tip of her nose touching the other person's face.

She wanted to get away, but she couldn't move too much because of the pain on her body, and although the other person's hands didn't seem to exert much force, they always held her firmly in his arms.

"Shang Ji..." Song Xier's voice was unclear: "Let me go!"

As she spoke, her soft tongue inevitably brushed over his fingers, charming and erotic.

As she finished speaking, the man's movements suddenly stopped, and then he released his hand holding her chin.

Song Xier immediately turned her head to the side and said "poof" twice, staring at the person in the dark and cursing: "Pervert!"

Shang Ji lowered his eyes and locked her angry little face accurately in the darkness. After a few seconds, he seemed to let out a low laugh, but no one could tell what it meant.

Song Xier frowned: "Why are you laughing?"

Shang Ji simply sat down on the edge of the bed, put his arm directly on Song Xier's shoulders, and did not let go of his hand holding her earlobe.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" he asked, his voice was grainy and hoarse due to drinking, and there seemed to be a hint of drunken laziness.

"You woke me up." Song Xi'er paused for a moment and suddenly asked, "Are you drunk?"

Shang Ji responded: "Yes."

Song Xier couldn't help but have a trace of surprise flash across her face.

He actually admitted it?

In all the years she has known Shang Ji, she has never seen him drunk.

Nan Zijin had said before that Shang Ji was very perverted and could stay awake no matter how much he drank. He wondered if he was a robot and the wine he drank was secretly filtered out.

But right now...

Is something wrong?

Realizing that she seemed to be worried about the other party, Song Xier quickly stopped her useless thoughts.

"Don't get drunk and go crazy in my place, get out!"

Shang Ji sat lazily and touched his body with one hand, as if he wanted to smoke.

Sensing his movement, Song Xi'er snatched the cigarette away with quick eyes and hands, and then threw it not far away without thinking, making a "pop" sound.

"I told you, don't go crazy here when you're drunk. This is a hospital, not a place for you to have fun."

Although the lights were not turned on, Song Xier could smell his scent and knew where he came from.

There is really no taboo. She is obviously going to be engaged soon, but she doesn't care about Zhuang Lin's feelings at all.

Smelling the perfume coming from the other person's body, you can still smell it under such a strong smell of alcohol. How close do you have to be to leave the smell on him?

Or something more intimate...

Song Xi'er didn't think about it anymore, she just felt her stomach suddenly churn and she felt extremely nauseous.

She raised her hand to open Shang Ji's hand, but the other man's movement of rubbing her earlobe suddenly stopped, and he suddenly grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her towards her.

The two of them breathed closer again, and this time with the light from the window, Song Xier's eyes met Shang Ji's.

It was dark and dark, like an abyss submerged in the night, with no bottom. The occasional flash of light was a sign of danger.

Song Xi'er realized what he wanted to do, so she spoke first: "Cousin, does he want to kiss me?"

Before Shang Ji could speak, Song Xier spoke again: "Or did you think you were drunk and thought I was your sister-in-law?"

Song Xi'er looked steadily into Shang Ji's eyes in the darkness, with a smile in her voice: "No matter what it is, I think my cousin will definitely regret it when he wakes up, so I'd better go back and wake up at the bar."

Shang Ji didn't move or speak, but Song Xi'er clearly felt his hand clasping the back of her neck hard.

She wondered for a moment if he was going to strangle her to death.

The ward was quiet except for the entangled breathing of the two people.

No one spoke for a while.

Song Xi'er didn't know whether Shang Ji was really drunk or fake, but after the conversation just now, she was more inclined to the latter.

It's just that she doesn't understand the purpose of this man coming to find her in the middle of the night.

Or did he know that she was looking for Tang Yuanbai and came here to settle the score with her?

Thinking about it, Song Xi'er could speak again: "I'm with the Huang family and Third Aunt..."

"You don't like Xiao Jie."

The two spoke almost at the same time.

It's just that Shang Ji didn't ask, but affirmed.

Song Xier was stunned for a moment.

"What?" she asked subconsciously, and then added after reacting: "We will get married soon, of course I like it."

"You don't like it." Shang Ji spoke again, his tone more certain than before.

Song Xi'er frowned, wondering what the fuss was about.

"You go out, I'm going to bed." She said and pushed his hand again.

This time, Shang Ji followed her strength and pulled his hand back.

Song Xi'er hurriedly pulled the quilt and lay back, turning her back to Shang Ji and closing her eyes.

But there was no movement behind him, Shang Ji still sat by the bed and did not leave.

After just a few minutes, Shang Ji's hoarse voice sounded behind Song Xi'er again, very softly: "I know you want to make me angry."

"You succeeded." Shang Ji's tone was very calm. He obviously meant good things, but his tone sounded different: "If you don't want to go abroad, then don't go. I'll follow you."

His voice sounded very calm, not like a drunk person, but every note had an inexplicable nasal sound of drunken speech. There seemed to be a trace of gentleness in his honest voice, but his tone was extremely calm.

Not to mention that every word sounds like something that a sane person cannot say.

Song Xier confirmed at this moment that Shang Ji was really drunk.

Otherwise, how could you be talking nonsense?

Not hearing the sound, Shang Ji frowned and seemed a little unhappy: "Why don't you speak?"

Song Xi'er found it funny: "What did you say? That I agreed to Xiao Jie's proposal because I wanted to piss you off, that I didn't want to go abroad, so I wanted to use these little tricks to get you to keep me?"

After Song Xier said the last word, she couldn't help but sit up from the bed. Regardless of the pain in her body, she looked at the person in front of her in the darkness.

"Shang Ji, are you drunk or have your brains been kicked by a donkey?"

Song Xier said word by word: "Yes, I admit that I liked you before, but even if I like you again, I will not want a man with a fiancée."

"I agreed to Xiao Jie's proposal not because of you, nor did I use any means to ask you to keep me, because I don't care."

As soon as Song Xier finished speaking, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist with a tight force, as if her bones were going to be crushed.