I almost touched the moon

After dinner, Wen Song opened a bottle of beer, took a sip, and then sat on the floor, leaning his back against the sofa, drinking and daydreaming.

"Drunk?" She drank a glass of whiskey while eating just now. Cheng Che knew that she couldn't drink much and was afraid that she would get drunk.

"No." She smiled and handed the unfinished wine in her hand to Cheng Che, "Let's drink together?"

Cheng Che took the beer from her hand and took a sip. The sweetness of wheat mixed with the taste of alcohol was very delicious.

Seeing his intoxicated expression, Wen Song asked curiously, "You obviously like to drink, why don't you ever drink?"

"Alcohol can slow down reaction speed, so we usually don't drink alcohol."

"What?" This sentence made Wen Song's heart tremble, and some memories that were almost forgotten suddenly flooded into his mind.

"All the technical moves in slopestyle hardly give me time to react, and they rely more on muscle memory. However, muscle memory can also make mistakes, and I need to react and adjust immediately. For example, I want to do 1800, but I can't complete the last 180 degrees because I land too early, so I have to adjust immediately and switch to 1620 landing."

Cheng Che explained, sitting next to her and drinking the rest of the beer.

"I know." Wen Song saw that he had finished a bottle of beer, so he took out two more bottles of beer, opened them, and handed one of them to him.

"I know you've always been very self-disciplined. Can you indulge yourself tonight?" Wen Song looked at him with some heartache and leaned his head on his shoulder. "Drink if you want to drink, eat sweets if you want to eat them, and don't exercise if you don't want to. Just relax."

After saying that, she took out an ice cream from the refrigerator and handed it to him.

"Hmm." Cheng Che took the ice cream, opened it and took a bite. The ice cream melted and the chocolate flavor bloomed in his mouth, rich and mellow.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's delicious. It's really delicious." Cheng Che said, and then he dug out a piece and fed it to Wen Song.

Wen Song ate the ice cream, took a sip of wine and said, "Drinking alone is boring, do you want to play any games?"

"How about truth or dare?" Cheng Che suggested.

"It's very rustic." Wen Song smiled, "But it's okay, because I don't know what else to play."

"rock-paper-scissors."

Wen Song looked at his cloth and Cheng Che's scissors, took a sip of wine, smiled helplessly and said, "I lost, what do you want to ask?"

"do you love me?"

"Ache, with such a precious opportunity, shouldn't you ask some more valuable questions?" Wen Song turned his head with a smile.

"This is what is most valuable to me." Cheng Che looked at her and reiterated.

"Okay. Ache, I love you." Wen Song said, and kissed the corner of his lips lightly.

When Cheng Che was about to kiss her, Wen Song pushed him away and took the bottle of wine to block between them, "Go on."

This time it was Cheng Che who lost. He took a sip of wine and said, "I choose truth, too."

"Let me think..." Wen Song thought carefully for a while and found that he didn't seem to have any questions to ask him, "Can we change it to a big dare?"

"No." Cheng Che shook his head. "Only the truth. Don't you want to ask me something, sister?"

"Hmm..." Wen Song thought for a moment and asked, "Why do you like me?"

"Because you saved me." Cheng Che held her hand and said affectionately, "At that time, I waited in the snow for a long time, and my phone ran out of battery, but I couldn't see anyone. It was so cold, and I was afraid that I wouldn't make it until the ski resort closed for inspection. Fortunately, you showed up. At first I thought you would just watch me die, but you not only helped me, but also accompanied me to the hospital."

"But if it was someone else who saved you at that time, would you also fall in love with her?" Wen Song asked.

"Songsong, this is the next question." After drinking, Cheng Che changed from his previous shy and innocent look. His cheeks turned slightly red and his eyes narrowed, making him look more passionate and romantic.

"You are not a little puppy."

"I'm not one anyway." Cheng Che smiled and stretched out his hand again, "Rock, Paper, Scissors."

This time, Wen Song won again.

"That's the question just now."

"No." Cheng Che shook his head and said, "If I say that at that time, I met you when I was most helpless, and you were really beautiful and eye-catching, it was a crush. After getting along with you later, I found that you are not as high and cold as you appear to be. On the contrary, Song Song, you are very kind and pure. Moreover, you told me that I just need to be myself. There are many other reasons that I don't know at all, but I just love you very much."

"I love you, too." Wen Song didn't like to talk about love all the time. Maybe because she had drunk some wine, she expressed her love for Cheng Che more naturally.

In the fourth round, Wen Song lost. She took a big sip of wine and said, "I choose the big dare."

"Now you post a picture of the two of us on Instagram and mention me, saying I'm your boyfriend."

"No." Wen Song shook his head and drank the rest of the wine in the bottle.

"Why?" Cheng Che asked.

"Ah Che, I've finished my drink, so don't ask me any more questions."

In the fifth round, Cheng Che smiled and asked her, "Can you choose truth?"

"Okay." Wen Song couldn't drink much. After drinking a glass of whiskey and two bottles of beer, he felt a little dizzy, but he still poured himself another glass of whiskey.

"Why don't you want to post our photo on Instagram?"

"Because you are a public figure."

After Wang Shuning's description, Wen Song already knew that Cheng Che was not an ordinary unknown athlete. On the contrary, because of his outstanding appearance, he had many fans in China, but because he was always low-key, did not even have a public social account, did not participate in any commercial entertainment activities, and even interviews were very rare, she mistakenly thought that he had no popularity.

She hated the feeling of being the center of attention, and therefore, she never posted any information about Cheng Che on social media.

"Sister, don't you want people to know about our relationship?" Even though he won the game, Cheng Che still drank.

"Let's talk about it after we win." Wen Song stretched out his hand.

Unfortunately, Cheng Che lost.

"To tell the truth." His choice has not changed.

"The one you love most."

"The person I love the most..." Cheng Che smiled, "It's you."

"But I hope you love yourself the most." Wen Song's smile was somewhat helpless.

In the next round, Wen Song lost.

"Are you not posting on Instagram because you don't want people to know about our relationship?" Cheng Che asked.

"Yes." Wen Song said honestly, "I don't want to be labeled as 'the mysterious girlfriend of skier Cheng Che', nor do I want others to follow clues to investigate my personal information."

After hearing her answer, Cheng Che didn't say anything else. He just took the whiskey, poured himself a full glass and drank it in one gulp.

"You'll get drunk like this." Wen Song frowned and looked at him.

"It's okay, keep going. Rock, paper, scissors."

"Ache, you lose." Wen Song was a little drunk and leaned on him. "How long will you love me?"

A very un-Wensong question.

"If I say forever, would you believe it?" Cheng Che asked back.

"I believe it." Wen Song kissed his lips. Alcohol is really a terrible thing. It can make people lose all their rationality.

Cheng Che hugged her and kissed her passionately, then asked her with a faint smile: "Do you want to drink more?"

"Drink." Wen Song nodded, "I want to see you drunk."

She was really curious about what it would be like for someone as self-disciplined and sober as Cheng Che to get drunk.

"I lost." Wen Song took a sip of wine, "Tell me the truth."

Cheng Che also took a sip and asked, "What is your relationship with Skyline?"

"The relationship between fans and idols can barely be considered friends." Wen Song felt a little dizzy and supported his head slightly.

Cheng Che noticed this and let her lean on his legs and massaged her head.

"I lost again..." Wen Song smiled bitterly, and after finishing his drink, he asked Cheng Che, "What do you want to ask this time?"

"Do you love me more, or Skyline?"

"Cheng Che." Wen Song was already a little unhappy, but still answered him, "I love you more."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Che drank up the wine in the glass, a smile on his face.

I don’t know if it was because the alcohol paralyzed her brain, causing Wen Song’s reaction to slow down, but she lost again in the next round.

"How long have you liked skyline?" Cheng Che's third question was still related to skyline.

"Can you please stop asking?" Wen Song drank up the wine and poured himself another glass, his tone somewhat unhappy.

"I want to know." Cheng Che was also a little drunk, so he ignored her displeasure and asked again and again.

"Five years."

Wen Song said these two words calmly, but when Cheng Che heard these words, although he already knew them, when he heard them from her mouth with his own ears, his heart still ached uncontrollably, and he picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"Come again." Wen Song stretched out his hand, "Rock, Scissors, Paper..."

"I won." She smiled. "Why do you keep asking about the skyline?"

"Because I'm afraid." Cheng Che said directly, "Because I'm afraid that you still have him in your heart."

"Don't be afraid." Wen Song held his hand tightly and looked at him with a smile, "It's all over."

However, when Wen Song lost the next round, Cheng Che still asked her, "Do you still love Skyline?"

"Cheng Che!" Wen Song's pent-up anger and impatience suddenly erupted, "Why do you always keep dwelling on the past? I've already emphasized to you that he and I have nothing to do with each other. I love you and only you. Why do you keep asking?"

"I'm sorry, sister..." Cheng Che realized that he had said the wrong thing. He really shouldn't have drunk alcohol. After drinking, it's easy to make mistakes. He had clearly told himself in his heart not to think about anything related to Skyline and not to ask her, but he couldn't control himself and blurted out the words.

"I'm sorry, because I'm really scared. You've liked him for five years, and I'm afraid I can't replace his place in your heart." Cheng Che hugged her tightly, his voice trembling.

"Your idea is really naive." Wen Song took another sip of wine, "Will I hold on to your past? Have you ever had a crush on anyone in your 21 years? Don't you have a favorite star? Ah Che, I never asked you who you liked before."

"I'm sorry, sister." Cheng Che hugged her tightly in his arms, "I don't have anyone else I like, I only love you."

"Ache." Wen Song pushed him away and sighed, "You've drunk too much. Have a good rest. I'll go back to Munich first."

"Why are you going back to Munich?" Cheng Che grabbed her arm and said, "You've been drinking. You can't drive. There are no trains at this time."

"Then I'll go home first." Wen Song broke free from his hand. The current atmosphere made her feel upset and she needed to be alone for a while.

"No!" Cheng Che immediately stood up and hugged her, holding her in his arms and burying his head in her neck. "Songsong, don't go, sister, don't go. I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"A Che..." Wen Song frowned and pushed him away, "I need to calm down alone."

"Don't leave." Cheng Che's voice even had a tearful tone, "Don't leave me, I was really wrong, I just felt insecure because I drank too much. Song Song, I don't disbelieve you, I won't mention it again, okay, don't leave me."

"A Che..." Wen Song sighed deeply, and finally couldn't bear to push him away, so he reached out and hugged him, "I love you."

"I know, I know everything." Cheng Che lowered his head and kissed her, his eyes moist, "Please don't leave, I can't live without you."

Wen Song finally let herself fall into his tenderness and affection, responded to his kiss, and whispered in his ear: "A Che, I love you very much, so don't worry."