Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Song Yaxu is different.

In this world, she is the only one who will point out his mistakes directly and force him to correct them.

Gu Qing’s two best friends since childhood were Shen Rao and her.

One is a helper and the other is a guide.

If he gets into trouble, Shen Rao will deal with it. For example, last time he impulsively "banned" Qi Yan, Shen Rao asked him to apologize and compensated him by writing off the debt.

To Shen Rao, his apology and his admission of fault were not that important, because Shen Rao believed that most of the fault was his own.

As for this matter, if it was Song Yaxu, even if he was helping her vent her anger, she would only force him to apologize.

Make him fully understand and admit his mistake, and promise not to make it again.

Because she wanted to guide him on the right path.

Therefore, facing Song Yaxu's accusations, Gu Qing had no choice but to surrender.

Song Yaxu curled the corners of her lips, ignoring his bitter look, and said sarcastically.

"I told you that you just realized your mistake, right? When will you change your habit of taking two steps after every kick?"

"..."

Gu Qing lowered his head and dared not say a word.

Song Yaxu had no other requirements for him, except that she had extremely high moral standards and would not want to hear his sophistry.

"I was wrong."

That was all he could say.

Song Yaxu's expression slowly relaxed. She pulled down her coat, put it over his thin body, held his collar, and spoke slowly.

"Gu Qing, I can't teach you forever. It's normal for people to make mistakes, especially for someone like you who has a bad brain. But if you make a mistake, you must admit it and repent."

"...Yeah." He responded, and suddenly realized and grabbed her wrist, "You can teach me for the rest of my life."

He was used to being scolded with sarcasm and didn't take it seriously.

"Anyway, I'm going to blame you, Song Yaxu."

Song Yaxu looked at him with her lips tightly pursed.

At this time, a snowflake fell, and then the heavy snow drifted down slantingly. The shadow of the snow was mixed with the light, reflecting on the face, and staining on the hem of the clothes and the black hair.

She saw the seriousness in his eyes through the swaying snowflakes.

The snow fell on the back of my hand and melted instantly, bringing coolness to my skin.

"Gu Qing, this joke is not funny at all."

"I'm not joking."

He pressed Song Yayu's hand to his heart, where his hot heart was beating violently.

Song Yazhen was unmoved, "East Africa is not a place for a delicate young master like you to go."

"Is that where you, a young lady, should go?"

Gu Qing responded to her with her own words.

Song Yaxu was speechless.

The environment there is completely different from that in China, not to mention having to deal with wild animals. If it weren't for belief, no one would be willing to suffer this.

She closed her eyes and withdrew her hand.

"whatever."

Even if I go, I'm afraid I won't be able to last for a few days.

she thought.

I feel there is no need to persuade Gu Qing, because reality will teach him a lesson anyway.

……

Stacked house, second floor.

Qi Yan brought Shen Rao into the bedroom. He walked unsteadily, like some kind of mollusk, with half of his body weight on her, soft and sticky.

She put him on the bed, and just as she was about to get up, he hugged her waist. He buried his head in her neck. The familiar cedar scent lingered around her nose. His brows, which were slightly wrinkled due to drunkenness, relaxed, and his furry head rubbed against her.

Qi Yan felt a little itchy when he rubbed her, so she tried to hide to the side, but he hugged her even tighter. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, as if he wanted to embed her into his body.

Helpless, Qi Yan could only pat his back and coax him softly, "Be good, let me go, you are sleepy, go to bed first, okay?"

Hearing this, Shen Rao buried his head even deeper into her neck, his fighting eyelids refusing to close.

"I'm not sleepy. If I let go of you, you'll be gone. Please stay with me a little longer. Don't leave..."

He held her stubbornly, repeatedly asking her to accompany him.

At first Qi Yan thought that Shen Rao was just drunk and talking nonsense, but later she gradually realized that something was wrong. At this time, Shen Rao was particularly unreasonable.

"I'm here, I'm not leaving."

"Liar, I don't believe you."

"..."

"I'm not a liar."

"You are."

"..."

"Every time you coax me to let go, you just leave. You're a big liar."

He muttered, and in a daze, he did not forget to bite her neck in anger.

But it didn't have much strength, just like a kitten pecking at someone.

She sighed slowly and raised her hand to pull his arm away, but the person in her arms muttered something that made her pause.

"I know this is a dream, just stay a little longer."

Qi Yan was silent. She moved the hands that were holding his arms to his waist. She imitated his movements, hugged him back, rested her head on his shoulder, and asked in a muffled voice.

"Do you... often dream about me?"

"Well," he pressed against her fair neck, "too little, I want to dream about you every day."

"But most of the time it's just your back. Today is really nice. You let me hug you. Qi Yan never lets me hug her. Are you a fake?"

Shen Rao was originally laughing foolishly, but suddenly became alert.

"..."

Qi Yan also had some doubts, thinking that she might really be a fake.

Otherwise why would I be here chatting nonsense with a drunk?

"You shouldn't be fake," Shen Rao half-opened his eyes, and smiled with his thin lips, "Maybe I'm really crazy, so I had this kind of dream."

"..."

Qi Yan glanced to the side, glancing at Shen Rao, who was clearly smiling but looked inexplicably lonely.

I can’t describe what I feel at this moment, I just feel a little sour and soft in my heart, I just want to kiss him and comfort him…

Thinking so, she did it.

She has always been a person of action.

Shen Rao was still dazed when he was kissed, and his already dizzy mind seemed to be floating in the clouds.

The corners of his eyes were rosy, and his sparkling black pupils were misty as he looked at her in a daze. His thin lips were slightly parted, with the tip of his tongue sticking out, and his breathing was rapid and panting.

Like a beautiful puppy.

Qi Yan looked at this extremely tempting scene, leaned over and kissed his alcohol-stained lips again, with only one thought in his mind.

She should be the one who is crazy.

The charming atmosphere in the air heated up rapidly, and the ambiguous smell spread.

"Qi, Qi Yan, you are fake, right?"

"you guess."

"Wuwu... stop kissing me..."

"Then no more kissing."

As she said this, she was about to stand up, but just as she straightened up, long legs hooked around her waist and brought her back down in an instant.

Out of inertia, she rested her hands on his sides and glanced at him with amusement.

"Didn't you say you don't want to kiss me anymore?"

Even when he was drunk, he never forgot to pretend to be saying one thing and thinking another.

"Don't you know that when a man says no, he means yes?"

"..."

Qi Yan was so angry that she laughed. She didn't intend to agree with him and turned her face away and refused.

"No, you should go to bed."

"Sleep? Sleep with whom? Sleep with me?"

After saying this, he opened his chest, revealing his porcelain-white, solid muscles. He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a serious manner.

"Come on, you damn ghost."

"...?"

Okay.

Even when he was drunk, he kept talking dirty.

Qi Yan touched his cheek that was hit by the shirt button, speechlessly turned his eyes away from the white chest muscles, and coughed twice.

"You're drunk, stop messing around."