Sir, what if it's too cold?

Zhao Yi rushed out of the box in a hurry, and found Xu Muran who was already a little delirious by the bar.

Facing the other party's expression of anxiety, self-blame and slight disgust, Xu Muran closed his eyes and smiled at her: "Hello, do I know you?"

Zhao Yi pondered for a while, then turned to look at the number of security guards around, and patted his friend on the shoulder earnestly: "Wait a minute, I'll buy a cup of iced coffee and pour it on your face."

She was sober, but Xu Muran was drunk.

Zhao Yi thought as she walked, she never thought that Xu Muran could get drunk - she had never seen it before.

Xu Muran wore a little black dress with off-the-shoulder. When illuminated by the colored lights in the distance, his bare and round shoulders seemed to be covered with a layer of glitter powder, shining with a soft luster; The red sequined eye shadow is lightly adorned at the end of the eyes, and the charming red lips add a different style.

Many men surrounded her, eager to move around her. Zhou Qing, who was watching from a distance, only felt that his heart was getting more angry-what she said to be busy was getting drunk alone in a nightclub after one o'clock in the middle of the night? !

Even if she doesn't like her and wants to avoid her, she shouldn't take herself so seriously!

Before that afternoon's phone call, Zhou Qing was still very happy.The colleague originally only gave her a ticket for the VIP seat of the classical concert, but because of Xu Muran, she took some effort to get one with a serial number.

Like a child on her first spring outing after entering elementary school, she called her excitedly, planning the words in her mind in advance, but she didn't expect to be met with a cold rejection.

She didn't force it, she just pretended to be considerate and said "Okay, I will make an appointment next time", but after cutting off the call, she took a rare 10-minute desertion in the laboratory where she was alone.

From the moment she fell in love with Xu Muran, Zhou Qing fell into a game between reason and emotion that only she knew.

She was the biggest accident in her life of less than 30 years.

Zhou Qing realized from a long time ago that her sexual orientation was different from other girls.When others were secretly holding hands under the desks with blushes and beating heartbeats, passing small notes from one end of the classroom to the other, and leaving the school gate for lunch together at noon, she didn't even twitch her brows, turned around and turned to the second student in the grade department. The love letter handed to himself was thrown into the trash can.

At that time, everyone was young, and the impact of being together or breaking up was greater than the theory of relativity. The second in the division was sad for more than two months, and found a girlfriend who was a grade higher than him in another school.When chatting with people, Zhou Qing heard intermittently several times about the second incumbent of the Ministry of Education. He is beautiful, tall, fair-breasted, and has long thighs. He can play the piano and give speeches, but his studies are not very good.

She didn't take it seriously.Until one Friday, when she came out of the teaching building with her schoolbag on her back, she heard whispers from people around her: "Hey, look over there, I heard people say, that's so-and-so's girlfriend!"

Zhou Qing subconsciously also looked over there, and at that moment, her heartstrings twitched slightly.

After many years, she can no longer remember the other person's appearance. She only remembers that person wearing a red dress, as beautiful as a dancing flame, engulfing her initial cognition of "secret love" with the force of a prairie fire. Arrived.

Yes, it's funny to think about it now, Zhou Qing had a crush on that girl, and the girlfriend of the person he confessed to.

It's just that this secret love didn't last long and ended. If I had to give a specific number, it would only be three days, because the midterm exam will be held in two weeks. Zhou Qing weighed it and decided not to focus on it. on meaningless things.

Anyway, no matter how much she fell in love secretly, the girl would never be with her.

Later, Zhou Qing went abroad with her family and lived in a simple and conservative town. The boys in high school were very interested in her. An Asian girl who is as beautiful as a porcelain doll, God, who would not Love her?

Love letters from boys and overt and covert invitations and confessions flooded her, but none of them succeeded: the china dolls politely and distantly rejected them all.

There is no lack of outstanding ones among them, but Zhou Qing doesn't like any of them—either they hate it, they have a choice phobia, or they just don't feel it.

I don't feel anything.

It wasn't until she went to college and took a course about lbgt by mistake that she realized that she was one of them.

As a minority group, the road they have to go is too long and too difficult.

And because of that—

Zhou Qing cast her eyes on Xu Muran who was holding a small glass and giggling. She had to admit that Xu Muran was very beautiful today, indeed she was beautiful: she didn't want her to know so early.

Allow yourself to keep this secret a little longer, it's a little bit longer.

Zhou Qing couldn't explain why he was attracted by this person.Among the people she met who met her criteria for choosing a mate, Xu Muran was neither the most beautiful nor the smartest, but she just couldn't control her gaze from drifting towards her, like a U-shaped magnet, She is the negative pole, and after going around and around, she finally found her positive pole.

She pushed aside the crowd, walked to Xu Muran's side, grabbed her wrist, and said in a cold tone, "You alone?"

Xu Muran looked up at her, and nodded obediently: "Yeah."

"what's your name?"

"Xu Muran."

"What is your phone number?"

"18300000000, no, 18300000001..."

Hearing this, Zhou Qing's face became darker: what to ask and what to answer, if you ask her home address and pay/pay/treasure password, shouldn't she also obediently say it?

Without any explanation, she pulled Xu Muran up from the bar chair, ignored the weird eyes and whistles of the people around, and led her all the way to the quiet corridor.

The surrounding security noticed this situation and immediately reported it to the captain.After listening to his subordinate's report, the security captain thought for a while: "It's okay. One or two seem to be decent people, and they can't make any trouble."

Xu Muran was almost forcefully dragged away by her, but her steps were a little shallow, and she followed obediently, muttering a few vague words occasionally, but didn't say anything else.

Clearly with the soft jade and warm fragrance she had been thinking about for a long time in her arms, Zhou Qing's mood was not excited at all, and even a little depressed - she thought, she probably pushed her too hard, she was afraid.

Zhou Qing pressed Xu Muran's shoulders against the wall, forcing her eyes to be parallel to his own, trying to see some sobriety from the chaos, but failed.

Xu Muran was really... drunk to a certain level.

Zhou Qing looked at her and sighed, and finally gave up the idea of ​​finding an answer from her.She lowered her head and pressed the phone for a while, then turned it off neatly, put the phone in her trouser pocket, hugged Xu Muran horizontally, and left from the bar.

Zhou Sheng was hooking shoulders to each other's back and pouring each other, and suddenly felt that the phone rang very exaggeratedly. This is the exclusive ringtone set for Zhou Qing, in order to prevent him from missing her messages because of oversleeping or other reasons, which led to She sued her parents again - a habit he started in junior high school and has continued to this day.

He took out his mobile phone and took a look. Ten seconds later, Zhou Sheng's screams resounded through the room: "I'm sorry! My sister didn't come to pick me up, she just abandoned me so cruelly!"

Although it is not yet fully autumn, it is still a bit cold at night.

Zhou Qing glanced at Xu Muran, who was sleeping peacefully in the back seat, from the rearview mirror, and reached out to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner. It was too easy to catch cold with just this little dress.

In the middle of the night, Haicheng was very quiet, so quiet that even the traffic lights were happy to be at leisure. Zhou Qing took Xu Muran home safely and unimpededly with the green lights all the way.

She helped her up the stairs, took out the key from Xu Muran's small handbag by the faint light of the voice-activated light in the corridor, opened the door, entered the door, and locked the door in one go.

Xu Muran's house is the same as the last time I came here, nothing has changed, if I have to say it, it's a mess...

Zhou Qing looked at the coats, shirts, t-shirts and jeans on the backs of the dining table and chairs, and silently completed the thoughts just now: It's just a little messy, so...a little bit.

Yes, only...a little bit.

Zhou Qing put Xu Muran on the sofa, walked to the door of her bedroom and stood still, took a deep breath, counted a few heartbeats silently, and pushed open her door.

Xu Muran's bedroom...is different from what she expected.

She thought that the bedroom of a young girl with a Wechat nickname called Mumu Private House Meow would at least have some cute elements, like y or lolita, but her bedroom didn't.

It turned out to be a kind of...

Zhou Qing struggled to think about this word that she doesn't usually use, yes, sex/cold/light wind.

The walls are painted light gray, a log-colored wardrobe and a single low bed covered with blue and white sheets are placed against the wall, and a log-colored desk is placed near the window, beside the desk is a The sundries shelf, that's all the furnishings in the house.

Zhou Qing glanced at the pots of succulents on the desk, and only then did he feel a little youthful.

She walked to the living room, moved Xu Muran who was lying on the sofa to the bedroom, laid her flat on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

Probably due to the effect of alcohol, Xu Muran's cheeks were faintly blush, seeing this, Zhou Qing carefully tucked her quilt again, really afraid that she would catch a cold.I don't have a roommate, I live alone, my living habits are irregular, and I have to bear it alone when I'm sick.

Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, Zhou Qing went to the living room to pour a glass of water and put it beside her bed, and was about to leave first, when he suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that Xu Muran was muttering something.

woke up?What do you want to say to her?

Zhou Qing sat down on the bed again, because her voice was low, she had to get her face very close——

"What did you say?"

There was no response, only mouth gestures.

She couldn't, so she had to get closer.

The corner of the mouth was suddenly touched by wetness, and Zhou Qing was stunned for more than ten seconds before he could react.

Xu Muran bit the corner of her lips.

That was an inexperienced kiss... Zhou Qing thought, if that could be called a kiss.

Straightforward, reckless, disorganized, thoughtless, but unexpectedly exciting.

After the kiss, Xu Muran turned over and fell asleep in a daze, ignoring the psychological construction of the loved one—Zhou Qing stared at her through gritted teeth, and finally let it go.

She looked at her sleeping face, and smiled softly: You bullied me this time, and I'm not sober, so I have no choice but to forget the villain's mistakes.

wait till next time...