foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

"hiss--"

I woke up with a headache that got stronger and stronger as I got up.

So the whole person fell down on the bed again in discouragement, glanced at the neatly arranged empty wine bottles on the balcony, and knew that he had drunk too much.After blinking, he finally made up his mind, which really takes courage.

When I saw that I could barely clean up, I took out the few ordinary clothes in the closet to see which one I should change.I go downstairs with a bag full of jars and snack bags to throw away and go to the convenience store to buy a sandwich for breakfast.

A small tuft of hair was blown on my face with a gust of wind, and some bad images flashed in my mind, and the more I think about it, the clearer it is...

"Edward, what are you doing?"

"..."

Edward ignored me, but resigned himself to putting away the wine bottles one by one, wiping the crumbs on the small table.She looks quite like a virtuous new wife, after all Esme told him to take me home well.Also because of my drunkenness, I can only run with my arms in my arms. This is all because I am afraid that I will suddenly let go of my hand on my back. If I fall at that running speed, I will probably be able to be on Fox News tomorrow. It's the headline, and it's still a full-page special edition.

I fell asleep watching his movements, the rustle of the ancient trees outside being blown by the wind was like a lover's whisper, and the wind chimes were still ringing.

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This, this, this... what kind of pictures are there! ?

I froze in place, not only these pictures, but the more I recalled the horror scenes, the more scenes emerged.God, what have I... done? ? ?

I was still covering my head to regret the drunken sex, and the silver Volvo rushed into the field of vision, yes, it used 'rush', and stopped directly less than one meter away from me.

The person sitting in the car was also very familiar, staring at me with a mocking look in his eyes.

"Good morning, Chris." He greeted me with a smile, but his small white fangs looked unfriendly. "Let's go to school together, Esme asked me to bring you sober tea and sandwiches."

"...Good morning, thank you Esme for me. You look really..." I tremblingly opened the car door, I couldn't even find an excuse, Ms. Esme, you can let someone else come Yeah woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"what?"

"Charming as always!"

Edward raised his eyebrows, seeming to doubt the credibility of this sentence.

"Such a charming lady, do you still remember the 'good thing' you did last night?"

"Ah... I remember I fell asleep until dawn." I fastened my seat belt, my face was not red and my heart was not beating, I was dreaming, I was asked to admit what I did yesterday, I thought so.

He didn't look very well, and he remembered something again: "Heh...then let's see if it's a dream."

"Hmm, what...!" Before I could hear what he said, I saw him put into gear, slam on the accelerator and drive forward.

Believe me, if the drag racing is not driving by itself, the process of riding is as wonderful as riding a roller coaster.When he was about to reach the school, he slowed down considering that there were too many students around him.

Edward imitated my harmless expression when I was talking nonsense just now, and asked, "Did you enjoy racing?"

Hehe, I seem to have heard this meme somewhere... The scene of climbing the balcony last night flashed in my mind again.Hehe, the tone is so familiar.