Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Zhuge Qinuo had just put the cap on the bottle when she suddenly felt her arm being pulled. Mi Bei had already taken her bag and documents from the seat, nodded to Mr. Liao and the others, and then pulled her away from the encirclement.

He put his arm around her again as he made his way through the crowd at the bar.

Walking through the crowd at a fast pace, she recalled the time when they were under an umbrella in the rainstorm. He also put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer, but at that time he still knew to clench his fists and keep his distance. But at this moment, he held her in his arms, leaning against her tightly, as if he didn't want Zhuge Qinuo to be tainted by the dusty air of this place.

The feeling of being protected! Protection in plain sight.

Although Zhuge Qinuo knew clearly that it must be a play he made to help her out of the predicament, she was indeed protected, and in such a heart-warming way.

He took her to the bar where the cash register was, held her hand, paid the bill, and bought some extra drinks to bring to the booth.

His calmness and decisiveness, that kind of doting and preference, and that kiss!

This damn boyfriend power is overwhelming!

Zhuge Qinuo could only sigh that kids nowadays are so clever. As an old aunt, she was really aroused.

A child? He didn't look like a child at all just now.

If she hadn't retained the clarity of a divorced person regarding love, she would have probably fallen in love with Mi Bei based on what she had just done.

It was not until he walked out of the bar that Zhuge Qinuo could clearly smell the scent of Mi Bei, which was fragrant.

But he suddenly let go of her hand as if he had received an electric shock: "Sorry!"

"No, thank you!" Zhuge Qinuo felt lost for a moment.

"What a great actor. He probably didn't want to be so close to me. He must have been forced to do so just now," she thought.

After spending some time together, perhaps Mibei might be a little closer to her than to other women, but that's just a little closer.

Zhuge Qinuo didn't believe that a vibrant soul and a soul that had experienced vicissitudes of life could really get close to each other. As for the extremely close physical contact, she couldn't find a better explanation except "had no choice".

I didn’t know what else to say, so I could only repeat my thanks: “Thank you, Mibei.”

The next second, he immediately put on a smiling face: "I will transfer the money to you later!"

To put things one thing at a time, Zhuge Qinuo woke up very quickly and thoroughly.

"Thank me? Really thank you?" While speaking, Mi Bei walked straight forward without looking back.

Zhuge Qinuo observed silently: "Does this guy have a wine jar in his stomach? He is not drunk even after drinking so much, he protected me so well, and handled everything so properly, but now he can still walk in a straight line? It doesn't make sense. This doesn't make sense."

After a series of psychological activities, she realized that in order to observe whether Mibei was really walking in a straight line, she had been some distance away from him.

Wearing high heels, she ran forward in small steps to keep up.

Seeing that Zhuge Qinuo did not react, Mi Bei turned around and bumped into her who was jogging towards him!

A plot full of the possibility of spraining your ankle if you don't wear high heels.

Zhuge Qinuo was about to leave, but the man in front of her held her shoulders with both hands, leaned down, and looked her in the eye.

"Thank me?" he asked.

I thought, coming again?

She uttered a "hmm" and dared not breathe.

"The gratitude of saving my life, giving myself to you as a token of my gratitude?"

He asked so seriously, his eyes were all on her. Her eyes, which brightened with surprise, her pupils that dilated unconsciously, and her sudden breathless state of confusion, did not escape his eyes in the slightest.

As for Zhuge Qinuo, her biggest thought was to retract the thought that he was not drunk.

She didn't know if it was due to the effects of the alcohol or the beauty in front of her, but she felt a little dizzy.

But her clear self-awareness still allowed her to pretend to be calm: "You are so young, do you understand? Promise yourself to me? That's a bargain for me. You are not getting it right."

She raised her hands, supported her forehead, and withdrew from his confinement. She did not leave in a coy manner, but took the initiative instead of being passive: "You are drunk!"

She supported him.

"Ha!" Mi Bei didn't say anything else, just chuckled, and his exact expression couldn't be heard. He just let Zhuge Qinuo support him and said, "I was just kidding, did you figure it out?"

"Brat!" she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Give me a sip of water," said Mibei.

"I've drunk this. I'll buy you another bottle later." Zhuge Qinuo said awkwardly.

"No, let's take this. Distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. You still have half a bottle left. Don't waste it!" Mi Bei said, and drank the water in Zhuge's hand up in one gulp.

She was stunned again. Considering the ambiguous words he had just said, it was hard for her not to think of the term "indirect kiss" when he did this?

"It's not too much to drink a bottle of your water to show my gratitude, right?" Mi Bei pretended to be relaxed.

"Not too much!" She didn't have any more thoughts. Indirect kissing was nothing. They just really...

Mi Bei stopped walking and said, "By the way, didn't we agree to have a midnight snack together? You promised me. Then please treat me to a midnight snack as a way of thanking me!"

"Tomorrow!" Zhuge Qinuo answered simply.

Maybe the alcohol in the bar was stronger. Although she didn't drink much, she felt a little dizzy now. She didn't think she had the ability to stay sober and take him out for a midnight snack.

"Now!" Mi Bei insisted.

Based on the current state of the two people, Zhuge Qinuo now just wants to send this guy back to his room to sleep as soon as possible: "Tomorrow! We have all drunk today, it is not convenient for us to drive."

"Today!" Mi Bei insisted, with a hint of coquettishness in her words.

Now Zhuge Qinuo was really sure that this guy was drunk. He felt like he had no desire to live: "Too childish, little brother! Tomorrow! Tomorrow I will definitely treat you to a big meal. You can eat as much as you want and as long as you want. Have a good rest today."

Mibei: “Is this not possible today?”

Zhuge Qinuo: "No."

Mibei: "Rest today?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Rest!"

Mi Bei: "Then you have to stay with me, I'm afraid of the dark!"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Okay!"

Mi Bei: "I'm also afraid of ghosts!"

Zhuge Qinuo: "There are no ghosts in this world, handsome boy."

Mi Bei: "You have to help me wash my face, pour water, take off my shoes, and wipe my hands!"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Don't worry, I will do it even if you don't tell me."

Mi Bei: "Anyway, you can't leave. I'll be scared."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Okay, I won't leave!"

I remembered that Han Moli used to act like a spoiled child when he was drunk. I also thought about how I used to act like a spoiled child when Huang Cangran told me about it. Zhuge Qinuo was surprised. Just now, not long ago, he was so cool and thoughtful, but in just a few minutes, he was drunk, so thoroughly.

"After drinking so much, it would be strange if you weren't drunk." She judged that he was really drunk.

What Zhuge Qinuo had to do now was to quickly send this handsome boy back to his room.

I carefully searched both pockets of his but didn't find the room card.

I don't know whether I should take advantage of the situation and look in more hidden pockets.

After thinking for a while, she finally came up with a more direct solution: "Where's the room card?"

Mi Bei didn't answer, but started to pull her to the side of the road.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Where's the room card?"

Mi Bei sat down on the edge of a flower bed and looked up at her standing in front of him: "No!"

Zhuge Qinuo: "No? What does 'no' mean? Look for it!"

"Come here!" He said with his arms open, as if to let you search without resistance.

"Oh my God! I can't believe you're Mibe!" So she walked forward and boldly searched various pockets.

I stared at his trouser pockets, wondering whether to search them. After all, it was not very convenient to sit down. I just looked at the bulges in his two trouser pockets to see if there were any signs of card marks.

Mi Bei followed her gaze, looked at himself, and said, "Here, there is nothing. If you want to search, you can."