she really hates

Meng Xi looked at this side without moving.Song Zhiyi put the phone back in his pocket and walked over to pull her.

"Get up?"

"Huh? No, no, no..." Meng Xi let out a coquettish negation from her nasal cavity, pushed her hand away, and stared at her for a while, very puzzled, "When did you learn the shadow part. ?”

People are doubled...why do you drink so much?Song Zhiyi sighed inwardly.

She was a little shorter than Meng Xi, and she wasn't too strong, otherwise she would have picked him up right now, instead of just squatting down and reasoning.

"Isn't it uncomfortable to sit here?" Song Zhiyi picked up her hair soaked in the water, and used a paper towel to absorb part of the water, "The hair is also wet."

Although it's only the bottom half, it shouldn't catch a cold, but the water in the fountain is still dry...

Meng Xi was a little wronged: "There is no other place to sit here."

Song Zhiyi followed her and said, "Yes, it's really inconvenient. Let's change places then."

"Where?"

"go……"

Song Zhiyi hesitated slightly.

The Meng family is too far away, and she doesn't know where Meng Xi lives now.Of course the most convenient thing is to get a room in a nearby hotel, or... take her home?

The waiter who brought Song Zhiyi saw that she was embarrassed, and said in a timely manner: "Mr. Meng booked a room upstairs."

Song Zhiyi thanked him.

Since Meng Xi had made all the arrangements before, Song Zhiyi saved the effort of making decisions and coaxed her to stand up and continue walking.

Meng Xi was staggered and half-supported and half-carried by her and walked for a while, then suddenly sighed: "Oh... Tired. Still a little hungry."

She grabbed Song Zhiyi's clothes and refused to leave.

Song Zhiyi was helpless: "There is only a little way to go. When you get to your room, I will call the room service to deliver your meal."

"No, I have Doraemon Zhu."

Meng Xi took out her mobile phone, quickly dialed, and her actions were smooth and smooth, without leaving any chance for others to stop her. Facing the connected call, she threatened the other party with a heavy tone, "Don't sleep, get up and go to work quickly!...Ah? What's drunk, do I sound like I'm drunk?"

She turned her head and asked Song Zhiyi wonderingly, "Am I drunk?"

"..."

Song Zhiyi could only smile, "Do you think you're drunk?"

"I don't think so." Meng Xi replied affirmatively, and said to the poor social animal on the other end of the phone, "Don't gossip! Order me a takeaway, I want to eat the pagoda meat from the Golden Soup Hotel..."

Meng Xi tortured the assistant over the phone, and was satisfied, finally willing to leave.

Song Zhiyi sent her to the room, the short distance was full of conditions, after entering the door, she insisted on not closing the door, saying that she wanted to wait for the takeaway; she also felt that the light was too bright and too dazzling, so she was only allowed to turn on the small lamp by the bedside.

Song Zhiyi couldn't hold back her, so he could only do what she wanted.

Fortunately, as soon as Meng Xi touched the bed, he limply tilted down and lay down, calming down.

Song Zhiyi was so troubled that she was sweating a little. He took off his coat and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. He wrung a towel with warm water. When he came out, Meng Xi had already closed his eyes.

When she was awake, her expression was agile, and her exquisite eyebrows were especially open. When she smiled slightly, she was like a bright pearl shining brightly, but she seemed a little calm when she fell asleep.

Song Zhiyi sat by the bed, looked at her sleeping peacefully, and brushed away the strands of hair that fell on her face.

Her fair cheeks were blushed from the alcohol, Song Zhiyi wiped her face with a towel, so as not to wake her up, she put it lightly on her hands.

But Meng Xi still muttered something, and opened his eyes in a daze.

Song Zhiyi met her dazed eyes, and said softly, "It's okay, you can go to sleep."

But Meng Xi shook his head and asked in confusion, "...Why are you here?"

"Didn't you call me?"

"Oh……"

Is this sober, or still drunk?Song Zhiyi quickly determined that it was the latter—Meng Xi rolled to the side, then watched her pat the mattress.

Song Zhiyi laughed: "...Thank you, just lie down, I don't need it."

She refused, and Meng Xi didn't say anything, but slowly returned to his original position.

Song Zhiyi thought she had given up, and as soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, Meng Xi stretched out his hand, lifted his upper body slightly, and grabbed her shoulder——

Song Zhiyi was unprepared, she lost her balance when she pulled her, and both of them fell back on the bed.

She couldn't react for a while, but the prankster got up nimbly, straddled her, pressed her down and declared victory: "Aha! Got it."

"Meng Xi!"

The mattress is very soft, so soft that the body sags, and it doesn't hurt to fall on it, but it doesn't hurt to be frightened at all.

What's more terrible is the current situation, Song Zhiyi lay on his back on the bed, felt the heavy weight on his legs, stretched out his hand to hold Meng Xi who was about to bend over, raised his voice unconsciously, and rarely lost his composure: "Stop making trouble, get up quickly. "

Her wrist was caught.

"No trouble..."

Meng Xi spoke vaguely but seriously.

Perhaps it was because of drinking, her hands were very hot, and her slender fingertips poked into her sleeves, branding a distinct tactile sensation on Song Zhiyi's cool arms.

"Does it hurt?"

"..."

Song Zhiyi knew what she was talking about.

But that was many years ago.She has a constitution that does not easily leave scars, and now the scars are so light that they are almost invisible, and the deeper ones are usually covered with concealer, even wearing sleeveless clothes.

"It's all right now."

She answered helplessly.Perhaps sensing her softening attitude, Meng Xi rushed down and buried her face in the socket of her shoulder.

"...you get up first, okay?"

"Do not."

Meng Xi's voice sounded a little arrogant, and a little coquettish.

It was the first time Song Zhiyi met such a rowdy person after being drunk, and he felt a little headache.The tip of her nose is full of the breath surrounded by the other party, which keeps disturbing her thoughts.

"Sorry……"

Meng Xi suddenly rubbed her shoulder and said softly, "I didn't know it was such an important matter... Fortunately, you didn't give up..."

Song Zhiyi didn't understand, and she didn't think there was anything Meng Xi needed to apologize to her.

She was still thinking about how to get Meng Xi to lie down and sleep obediently, when she heard a voice in her ear saying, "You don't know how much I admire you..."

admire?

The word is too unfamiliar.Song Zhiyi thought about how Meng Xi would treat her countless times. Apart from hostility and disgust, there might also be love and affection born of sympathy, and a short-lived friendship...

But it has nothing to do with words like admiration.

Song Zhiyi was silent for a moment, put her shoulders on her shoulders, and said softly, "What do you admire? Who do you think I am?"

These words were indifferent, but Meng Xi sensed the subtle danger, and suddenly became excited and propped up his upper body.

The ambiguous and gentle light of the bedside lamp filled the room. She looked down from the light behind her back, blinked her eyes twice, and said slowly: "That's right, it's my little princess, beautiful and hardworking."

"..."

Song Zhiyi suspected that she was sober and was playing tricks on her.

She had come back from traveling abroad, but now she was exhausted and couldn't handle this drunk anymore, so she pushed Meng Xi and said, "Okay, why don't you get up? I'm going back to rest too."

Meng Xi said, "It's so late, are you going back alone?"

Song Zhiyi was afraid that she would insist on seeing him off, so she denied it: "Someone sent me off." In fact, she planned to book a room here for one night.

"Boy friend?"

Meng Xi asked persistently.

It was difficult for Song Zhiyi to keep up with her jumping thinking, so she could only ask and answer: "No, it's the driver."

"Then your boyfriend is really incompetent, you should dump him."

"... Where did you hear that I have a boyfriend?"

"do not have it?"

"Yes, no."

"Oh..." Meng Xi leaned over suddenly, and quickly touched it, "You didn't wear lip gloss today, it's not fruity."

"..."

She moved so fast that Song Zhiyi didn't realize what just happened for a long time.

"...Meng Xi."

Do you know what you are doing?

Song Zhiyi looked at her, and saw the misty drunkenness in his usually bright eyes.

The slightly curly long hair slipped from the shoulders, and the wet ends hung on Song Zhiyi's chest.

Her lips were pressed, and her thin white fingertips sank into the soft lips as if she wanted to probe inside.

Song Zhiyi clenched his teeth tightly, like a silent rejection.

"Don't bite?"

Meng Xi's eyes changed from slight curiosity to disappointment, she moved her finger away, and the fingertips were still stained with moisture.

Song Zhiyi felt a little uncomfortable with her attitude... She couldn't go on like this, she was just drunk.

"you……"

She took a deep breath, and just as she spoke, Meng Xi turned her face away.

She kissed it down.

Unlike the kiss that had just touched water, this time it was obviously aggressive.

The soft lips came close, and the lower lip was bitten hard. When Song Zhiyi opened his mouth in pain, the hot and humid breath invaded almost forcefully.

Meng Xi held her face and forced her to look up, her white neck was tense, and the brushing of her hair brought tiny itches.

...a strong smell of alcohol.

Song Zhiyi doesn't like wine.

Consuming too much alcohol will affect the stability of the hand, but when socializing, most people will only persuade them to drink, and it takes a lot of thought to avoid it.

She doesn't like perfume either.

Especially the one Meng Xi uses today, which is very similar to the one Ye Lan—her mother used.And this fragrance brings pain every time.

But when these two nasty tastes are mixed together, when they are rolling between the lips and teeth, it seems to have a wonderful chemical reaction.

The strong fragrance took her breath away, dragging her into an intoxicated dream in this ambiguous light.

Meng Xi's other hand squeezed in from behind her waist, supported her back and lifted her up, pushing her leg apart with her knee.

The pose is so intimate that almost every inch is glued together.Song Zhiyi felt his trembling, not because of the cold, but another kind, a feeling of heat starting from his body, as if it was about to burn.

"what……"

The lips parted for a moment, she gasped, and was immediately pressed down more and deeper, not to mention the breath, even the soul would be taken away...

"Tuk Tuk Tuk".

The sound of knocking on the door made Song Zhiyi wake up suddenly.

"Boss, are you there?" Someone yelled twice, "I brought you food, although it's not from the Golden Soup Hotel...uh."

That's too late.

Although Song Zhiyi pushed Meng Xi away, he had already walked in.

"This one……"

Xiao Zhu, who was carrying the takeaway box, was dumbfounded. Realizing what happened to him, he began to break out in a cold sweat, and regretted it extremely—why was he so stupid to come to work overtime without complaint at this time? !

"Haha," he laughed dryly, "Excuse me, I just..."

"She was drunk."

Song Zhiyi interrupted him very quickly, and glanced to the side. Meng Xi was pushed abruptly by her, and she was sitting up from the bed with her head in a daze.

...Yes, she was drunk.

"What happened just now was a misunderstanding."

Song Zhiyi remained calm on the surface, only she knew, but she was so confused that she couldn't even speak a complete sentence, "Take care of her...I'll go first."

She escaped from here.

The author has something to say: The next day, Mr. Meng was broken.

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I worked hard qwq but I can’t write 1w, I will try to get more tomorrow, but it should be updated at night~

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