crescent moon

D: Do you want to ask for a driver instead of driving later, do you know?

Xiao Yanyan: "Don't worry! My brother's friend is here too! He will take good care of me!"

D: Got it, then you have fun.

Song Yan felt dizzy when she saw this news. She shook her head, squinted her eyes and said to Wang Qing, "I can't do it! I'm going to sleep in the hotel next door! What about you?"

Wang Qing also drank some wine, leaned on the sofa and said, "Okay, you go, let someone take you there! Don't be alone!"

Song Yan stood up, found Song Xi's friend named Ai Wen staggeringly, and whispered, "Brother, I'm going to sleep in the hotel next door, can you send me there?"

Ai Wen nodded and said, "Okay, where's your friend?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "She still wants to play, you have to help me take good care of her!"

Ai Wen escorted Song Yan to the nearby hotel.

Opening the door, Song Yan staggered into the room, kicked off her high heels as she walked, and then threw herself on the bed, her head was so dizzy that she couldn't keep her eyes open.

Lying like this for a while, Song Yan moved, took the phone to her head, and tried to focus her eyes. The phone page was still on the interface of chatting with Quan Zhilong just now, and Song Yan directly clicked on the video call.

Right now, Quan Zhilong is drinking with his friends, you have a drink and I have a drink, and Komatsu Lena is standing next to him, when the phone keeps vibrating, he just finished drinking a glass of wine, took out his phone, and saw that it was Song Yan calling He paused for a video call, turned off the phone screen, and said to his friend, "I'm going out to answer a call."

After he finished speaking, he took his manager and walked out, Komatsu Laina followed to the door of the bar, and called Quan Zhilong: "Zhilong!"

Quan Zhilong turned around, saw that it was Laina Komatsu, he was stunned, and said, "Is there something wrong?"

Lina Komatsu smiled and said, "Can I talk to you alone?"

Hearing this, the manager consciously took a few steps to the side, Komatsu Lena took a step closer to Quan Zhilong, and said, "I like you very much, why don't we try dating?"

Quan Zhilong still had no expression on his face when he heard this, but took a step back with one hand in his pocket, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and said, "Sorry, I'm not single."

Komatsu Laina was surprised for a moment, but didn't bother, just smiled and said: "Then we will be friends from now on?"

Quan Zhilong nodded, and called his manager to leave together and go to the car, and asked the manager to stay outside the car, while he got in the car and played back the past video call to Song Yan.

As soon as it rang, the other side picked up the video. The ceiling was shown in the video. After a while, Song Yan's little face with flushed cheeks was revealed. She was still wearing make-up, but her eyes were half open. , watery, with his chin resting on the pillow, and his long hair disheveled, he said happily after seeing him, "Brother!"

Quan Zhilong leaned on the back of the chair and smoked, looked at her slightly drunk face, smiled, and said, "Go home?"

Song Yan sat up, crossed her legs on the bed, and said, "No! It's in the hotel next to the bar!"

"Then why don't you wash up and go to bed?"

Song Yan pursed her lips and froze for a few seconds before saying: "Dizzy, uncomfortable, can't sleep!"

Quan Zhilong exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "The more you don't sleep, the more uncomfortable you are. Be good, go and remove your makeup."

Song Yan obediently got off the bed, walked barefoot to the bathroom, and said as she walked, "Then watch me wash my face!"

After finishing speaking, Song Yan put the phone aside, picked up the makeup remover on the sink and began to remove the makeup. After removing the makeup, there was no trace of blemish on her clean skin. Quan Zhilong even felt that she was more beautiful than her makeup.

After washing her face, Song Yan casually wiped her face with a towel, returned to the bed, threw the phone aside, took off her knit jacket, then picked up the phone and rubbed her eyes, saying, "I'm sleepy."

Quan Zhilong: ...

His smoking hand paused. At this time, Song Yan's eyes were as clean as the stars in the sky. Her lips without lip makeup were light pink, like strawberry-flavored jelly, soft and springy, and her long maroon curly hair was scattered around On the shoulders, the whole person is so gentle and beautiful that it is outrageous.

Unaware of Quan Zhilong's deep gaze, she found out the wireless charging stand, put her phone on it, then turned off all the headlights in the room, leaving only one small night light, and finally lifted the quilt and lay down, closed Eyes whispered: "Brother, hang up when I fall asleep!"

Quan Zhilong smiled fondly, leaned over to put out the cigarette, opened the car window to ventilate, and said softly, "Okay, go to sleep."

Song Yan closed her eyes when she heard the words, facing the phone, one side of her cheek was puffed up under the pressure of the pillow, her mouth was also pouting, very much like a gesture of asking for a kiss.

Quan Zhilong just stared at it in silence for 10 minutes, until Song Yan started to snore, then opened the car window and asked the manager to get in the car and go back to the hotel together.

Along the way, Quan Zhilong stared intently at the screen of the phone, recklessly stared at Song Yan sleeping, and listened to her snoring, and finally bit his lip.

Quan Zhilong's hands were a little itchy, and he wanted to gently break her lips out from under the teeth, and then kiss her directly, it must be sweet.

Quan Zhilong just kept watching, until he returned to his room, the first thing he did was to charge the phone, and then, like Song Yan, he put the phone on the bedside table, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep facing the phone.

It was past ten o'clock the next morning, Song Yan turned over holding the quilt, and gradually woke up, feeling a little pain in the head, and when she moved her legs, she felt as if she had no strength all over her body. She wailed feebly, the memory of last night Gradually returning to her mind, she froze. She seemed to have a video with Quan Zhilong last night?

She turned over abruptly, covered her face with the quilt, and looked at the bedside table with only one eye exposed, and saw that Quan Zhilong on the phone was also sleeping soundly while hugging the quilt.

Song Yan: ...

Ah ah ah ah ah ah!

She screamed in her heart, what did she do!

Her face was red, like a ripe apple, a snow-white arm protruded from the quilt to grab the phone, and then hung it up.

A look at the call time: [536:26]

Song Yan: ...

Actually this!what!Long!

She thought carefully about what she had done, and then slammed her head on the pillow in embarrassment and anger.

She will never drink again!

After tossing and rolling a few more times, beating the pillow in embarrassment and screaming a few times in a low voice, Song Yan sat up, scratched her messy long hair, and thought resignedly: That's it, what's the matter with love? .

Turning over and getting out of bed, she went into the bathroom to take a shower, put on her clothes, and went downstairs to the car to change into the new clothes she just bought yesterday afternoon.

As soon as I walked to the lobby on the first floor, I received a call from Wang Qing: "I broke up! Do you have anything to do this afternoon? Come with me to get my tattoo removed!"

Song Yan asked softly: "Your mood... is it alright?"

Wang Qing said cheerfully, "Not bad! It's a relief to finally break up!"

Song Yan agreed to come down, went to the car to get the shopping bag, carried it back to the room to change it, threw the dirty clothes into the bag, carried it downstairs to check out, and then went home directly.

In the afternoon, Song Yan and Wang Qing made an appointment to meet at a tattoo parlor. When Song Yan walked in, Wang Qing was already preparing to get the couple's tattoo done.

Song Yan was bored, so she had to sit on the sofa beside her, picked up the booklet beside her and flipped through it casually.

The phone rang, she picked it up, it was a message from Quan Zhilong: I just woke up.

D: Did you feel uncomfortable after waking up?

Never mention the stupid things Song Yan did.

Song Yan was still a little shy, but seeing his calm look, she simply replied: I don't have much energy, I'm a little tired.

D: good

D: I'm leaving for Shanghai tomorrow morning. You must come to the concert the day after tomorrow!

Xiao Yanyan: Got it!

Putting the phone back in the bag, Song Yan continued flipping through the album. Some English words in cursive fonts were very beautiful. Song Yan has followed the rules since she was a child. Seeing such beautiful things, she couldn't help being tempted.

She beckoned to a clerk and said, "How long will it take for such a word pattern?"

The clerk asked, "Where do you want the tattoo to be?"

Song Yan blinked her eyes in a daze, and said, "I don't know."

"Then let me recommend a few places for you. Tattoos like this are usually placed below the collarbone, or on the inside of the wrist, or on the side of the waist."

Song Yan clicked on the string of "Singing in the clouds" and said in a low voice, "Is it tattooed on the waist?"

The clerk nodded and said, "Would you like to try it?"

Song Yan thought about it again, and said, "Will the tattoo hurt?"

The clerk smiled and said, "No, we will cover you with anesthesia, which will sting at most."

Song Yan nodded, as if she had made up her mind, and said, "Let me get a tattoo, and find me the best tattoo artist in your shop."

After a while, the man brought over by the clerk had tattoos all over his arms, with a dirty braid tied up behind his head and a beard. He greeted Song Yan first, and then said, "Do you want this tattoo?" It's tattooed on the side of the waist, right?"

Song Yan nodded, and the man continued, "Do you want horizontal tattoos or vertical tattoos? Is this your first tattoo?"

"Well, it's the first time. Do you think it's better to have horizontal tattoos or vertical tattoos?"

"I think the vertical pattern is more beautiful, because it is a curly English character, it can be a little bigger, it will be very beautiful."

Song Yan nodded, without too much entanglement, said: "That's how it is."

Standing up, she followed the tattoo artist into the small room, first determined the size, and then applied anesthesia.

The process was actually not particularly painful, and the tattoo was finished in less than an hour and a half.

Wang Qing had already washed off the tattoo under his collarbone, and was sitting beside him chatting with Song Yan.

When the tattoo was just finished, her skin was a little red. Song Yan stood in front of the mirror and looked at it. She liked it very much and said to Wang Qing, "It's so beautiful! Help me take a picture!"

Song Yan was only wearing a short top at this time. She stood there with her arms crossed, letting Wang Qing take a photo of herself, and then she sent the photo to INS as soon as possible. She really liked it!

Quan Zhilong only saw this photo at night. In the photo, she can still see the outline of her abdominal muscles, a row of English letters tattooed on her waist, and faint redness can be seen on her fair skin.

Quan Zhilong's thumb unconsciously groped for the photos on the screen, and said in a low voice: "Singing in the clouds, singing in the clouds."

"Heh." With a low laugh, he really wanted to kiss this tattoo.