The top idol is not a substitute

Time passed bit by bit, and someone who didn't know the reaction took the paper box on the table and handed it to Song Xiangsi, asking Song Xiangsi to wipe it.

However, Song Xiangsi ignored the people next to her, her eyes still fell on Yan Xuan.

If she hadn't been drunk, she certainly wouldn't have lost her sense of proportion in front of so many people.

It was quiet in the box for a long time.

While shocking people, Qiao Minzhi swung his wine glass and looked at the two people in front of him with interest.

Then put the wine glass aside, stretched out his hand to take out a few sheets of paper from the drawer, and made a gesture to help Song Xiangsi wipe the wine stains, but was blocked by Song Xiangsi's backhand.

Qiao Minzhi threw the tissue into the trash can and was about to make a false accusation against Yan Xuan when Song Xiangsi stood up suddenly.

"Are you drunk? Are you feeling sick?"

The first thing Song Xiangsi said to Yan Xuan when she got up was not an angry question, but a gentle question of concern.

Just now she noticed that Yan Xuan drank a lot of wine, she might be feeling unwell.

Yan Xuan didn't answer her, but just looked at her.

He didn't get an answer and didn't get angry, but whispered: "Shall I send you back?"

Although Yan Xuan still didn't answer, she turned around.

Song Xiangsi understood what she meant and immediately followed.

When Yan Xuan walked to the seat where she was sitting before, she glanced at Yun Xiangxiang who was staring blankly at her, and said, "Borrow your coat."

"Oh good." Yun Xiangxiang hurriedly handed the blue sun protection coat on the chair to Yan Xuan.

Yan Xuan took the coat and handed it to Song Xiangsi behind her.

Song Xiangsi knew how to put it on.

Then the two left the box.

Leaving behind a group of people who don't know what happened.

"Are they reconciled?"

"It's kind of like, it feels like Teacher Yan Xuan is losing her temper and Teacher Song is coaxing."

"I feel like they didn't make up, like Mr. Song is...well, chasing."

"Anyway, I feel that Mr. Song is quite humble. He didn't make a sound when he poured a big glass of wine on his body, and asked gently if he was not feeling well when it was over."

"Oh, humble, humble, this is the expression of love."

"I'm too lazy to tell you, Song Ting, what do you say?"

Song Ting didn't expect that the topic would suddenly reach her, she froze for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

Someone asked her what she was thinking, Song Ting quickly said: "I was wondering if Song Xiangsi would bully Yan Xuan while she was drunk."

"...Pfft."

"With that posture just now, it's fine if Song Xiangsi doesn't get bullied."

Hearing this, Song Ting also felt that what she said was right, so she took it easy.

Qiao Minzhi looked at the farce in front of him, and his smile disappeared little by little.

After a long time, she took out her mobile phone and sent a short message to her assistant.

[Prepare for hot search. 】

After coming out of the box, Song Xiangsi has been following behind Yan Xuan.

After walking a few steps, she noticed that Yan Xuan's figure was a little unstable, and regardless of whether she would get angry, she stepped forward to help her, and whispered:

"Anything uncomfortable?"

Yan Xuan closed her eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable in her stomach.

Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was her inner troubles.

"I just splashed you." Yan Xuan stopped and looked at her.

Song Xiangsi drooped her eyes, and there was a trace of coolness on her shoulders, and she could feel the coldness and stickiness of the wine.

"Are you in a bad mood?"

Song Xiangsi always felt that Yan Xuan would not do this for no reason.

Yan Xuan didn't answer, Song Xiangsi hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was because of the document she sent last night, and asked again: "Sorry, it's my problem."

Hearing her apology, Yan Xuan completely fell silent.

Song Xiangsi said sorry.

But she didn't understand her fault from beginning to end.

"The fourth floor is a hotel," Yan Xuan said quietly, "A room is available."

Song Xiangsi was stunned, thinking that Yan Xuan was planning to rest upstairs, so she followed her instructions and went up to the hotel floor to get a room.

After Song Xiangsi got the room card, she planned to arrange Yan Xuan and then open another room next to her.

When she walked to the open room, Song Xiangsi glanced at Yan Xuan, opened the door, hesitated for a moment, then followed her into the room.

Although Yan Xuan's performance is the same as usual, she is still worried that she will feel uncomfortable.

Because usually Yan Xuan seldom drinks alcohol.

Yan Xuan sat on the big bed, looked up at Song Xiangsi who was standing one meter away from her, and called her:

"Song Xiangsi."

"What's wrong?" Song Xiangsi asked warmly.

Yan Xuan's voice was light and light: "I'm drunk."

"Are you uncomfortable?" Song Xiangsi walked closer, knelt down in front of her, and looked up at her.

"A little bit." Yan Xuan answered very naturally.

There is no usual indifference and targeting of Song Xiangsi.

"I feel disgusted."

Yan Xuan lowered her eyes, met Song Xiangsi's gaze, and slowly pulled the corners of her lips.

The sudden words made Song Xiangsi a little confused, not knowing what happened to make Yan Xuan say such words suddenly.

However, before Song Xiangsi comforted or questioned her, Yan Xuan seemed to be a different person again, her gentle eyes before suddenly turned cold.

She stretched out her hand, and pinched Song Xiangsi's chin with her index finger and thumb, with neither light nor heavy force.

"Why lie to me."

Song Xiangsi knew that what she said no longer had credibility with Yan Xuan, so she didn't understand what she thought of as "deception".

"You and Qiao Min know that you have a marriage contract, why do you still pretend to be affectionate? You are the most disgusting one." While talking, Yan Xuan's fingertips tightened up, and Song Xiangsi's chin was faintly red.

But it doesn't matter to Song Xiangsi.

The important thing is that she seems to have found the reason why Yan Xuan suddenly poured red wine on her.

"Trust me one more time, I have no engagement with her, never have." Song Xiangsi paused, and then said, "Even if you don't believe me, can you trust my mother? Mom loves me, so she will never let me get married .”

Song also respected her enough to love her, so the worst thing was to suggest that she have a meal with Qiao Minzhi when she was free.

Yan Xuan fell silent.

Song Xiangsi didn't know whether Yan Xuan believed what she said, and just wanted to explain a few more sentences, but was stunned by Yan Xuan's sudden movement.

Yan Xuan didn't let go of her chin, but brought her face closer, and the two looked at each other.

Song Xiangsi didn't dare to blink, but Yan Xuan seemed to be looking at something.

After a while, Yan Xuan's voice sounded in the room:

"stand up."

Song Xiangsi got up slowly, but before she could stand up straight, she was pulled by the next second and fell heavily on the big bed.

Maybe she reacted, and she had time to stand up straight, or she wouldn't fall on the big bed,

However, it was Yan Xuan who pulled her.

So she gave up struggling.

Song Xiangsi opened her eyes, Yan Xuan looked at her condescendingly.

She lowered her eyes, and her fingertips lightly brushed the zipper of the sun protection jacket she was wearing, and there was a soft squeak, and the zipper reached the bottom.

Song Xiangsi was wearing a chiffon shirt today, and the shoulders had already been soaked by red wine.

Even when she was close to her, there was a combination of rose fragrance and red wine aroma.

Yan Xuan's fingertips brushed across her shoulders, and slowly moved down along the location where the red wine slipped down in memory.

There is still the imprint of red wine on her shoulders, giving off a charming aroma.

The warm yellow light in the room added a bit of ambiguity to the two lying on top of each other on the big bed.

Song Xiangsi trembled twice, gritting her teeth to prevent herself from making a sound.

At this moment, she was even more sure that Yan Xuan was drunk.

Yan Xuan when she was awake hated her for avoiding her, and would not cling to her like this.

The person who leaned over her in front of her was the person she liked, and every place her fingertips touched was enough to make her tremble.

Until Song Xiangsi felt the slight moisture on her shoulders, the temperature of her lips, she couldn't restrain herself anymore, and called softly, "Xiaoxuan?"

"Huh?" Yan Xuan raised her eyes, her eyes revealing confusion.

Song Xiangsi restrained her emotions and reminded in a low voice, "You are drunk."

Yan Xuan stared at her, and suddenly sneered, and the confusion she had just dissipated in an instant.

"Didn't you mean to play the game between master and dog?"

"I am the master, you are the dog." Yan Xuan emphasized again.

After a while, Song Xiangsi hummed and said, "I'm afraid you'll regret it when you wake up."

"If you are afraid, you can go away."

After Yan Xuan finished speaking, she wanted to get up.

But the wrist was held by Song Xiangsi.

She saw Song Xiangsi slowly unbutton her shirt with her other free hand, and her snow-white skin gradually appeared in front of her.

"I'm not afraid," she said softly.

Song Xiangsi's eyes were gentle, filled with love and tolerance, a passion she couldn't see through.

Yan Xuan lowered her eyes.

When the love was deep, Yan Xuan suddenly let go of her, looked at her confused eyes, and said coldly:

"do it yourself."

Song Xiangsi froze for a moment, apparently not reacting.

After a long time, she slowly raised her hand, and her movements couldn't be slower.

And Yan Xuan had already sat aside and looked at her quietly.

The wine is half sober, and the impulse subsides.

The current state of the two is not much different, and there is no clothing on their bodies.

Yan Xuan pursed her lips, watching Song Xiangsi's movements.

Song Xiangsi met her gaze and finally stopped.

Looking at her pitifully: "Please, help me."

……

Late at night, lights out, after everything is over.

The light outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was bright, shining into the big bed in the bedroom.

Song Xiangsi lay flat, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open.

I can't sleep, I can't believe what just happened.

Does it mean that it is possible between them.

Yan Xuan still cared a little bit about her.

Song Xiangsi turned her face sideways and looked at Yan Xuan who was lying beside her.

The sound of shallow breathing proved that she had fallen asleep.

Song Xiangsi pursed her lips, turned sideways boldly, put her wrist around her waist, and leaned her head against her back.

Said softly: "I love you, Xiaoxuan."

Song Xiangsi was immersed in her own thoughts, and didn't notice that when she said these words, the person in her arms trembled slightly.

Yan Xuan opened her eyes, her eyes gradually focused, and she remembered what she had just done.

Sure enough, the most disgusting person was herself.

Yan Xuan closed her eyes, listening to the confession in her ears.

The disgusting thing is that she actually felt moved.

She couldn't forgive Song Xiangsi.

I can't forgive myself either.

Song Xiangsi was disgusted, and she was equally disgusted.

There is no difference between her and Song Xiangsi.

Yan Xuan opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the French windows.

After a long time, the confession in my ears disappeared.

Song Xiangsi still didn't dare to sleep, and was afraid of disturbing Yan Xuan, so she fell silent.

Yan Xuan's sleep was a little restless, and she slowly turned over to face her.

Song Xiangsi lowered her eyes, admiring her sleeping face through the light outside the window, thinking it was very cute, she bent her lips.

I don't know what kind of dream I had, but I kept drilling into her arms.

Song Xiangsi bent her lips and patted her back lightly to comfort her.

She muttered a few times, which aroused Song Xiangsi's curiosity, because she knew that Yan Xuan slept well and never talked in sleep.

Driven by curiosity, Song Xiangsi listened to her, trying to hear what she said.

After a few seconds, she felt that the hands around her waist were getting stronger, and Yan Xuan's clear murmur came from her ears, she said:

"Sister Fairy..."

"Where are you."

"I miss you so much."

The smile on the corners of Song Xiangsi's lips froze suddenly, and the hand that comforted her was a little stiff and cold.

She remembered the title.

Half a year ago, Yan Xuan asked her.