When I woke up, I was married + extra episode

"Sweet, drink it if you want."

As if afraid that Song Zhilin would be worried, she added another sentence: "I'll take you home when you're drunk."

Song Zhilin held the cup, admired its color, then picked it up and drank it in one gulp.

Yan Shu: "..."

This ignorant woman.

After Song Zhilin finished drinking, she only felt sweet, without a trace of alcohol, and a charming aroma flowed down her throat, making people feel a little swayed.

"It's delicious," she handed out the cup to Yan Shu, "have another cup."

Yan Shu: "..."

This really treated her as a bartender, and she couldn't help but feel angry again. When she started again, she added a little more wine, and the color in the glass was even more psychedelic and colorful.

This time Song Zhilin didn't drink it all in one gulp. She held the cup and drank it in small sips. She was surprised to find that every sip had a different taste. hot.

"What's the name of this wine?" she asked.

first love.

The simple name weighed a thousand catties, stuck in Yan Shu's throat, she took a deep breath, and said dryly:

"no name."

"It's a pity," Song Zhilin shook her head, staring at the half-empty cup, trying to grasp the feeling that drifted through her mind, pondered for a while, and said, "It should be called Moonlight."

Only the moonlight is so beautiful and ever-changing.

Yan Shu didn't speak, but pushed a new glass of wine in front of her and said, "Drink, I'll take you home when you're drunk."

Song Zhilin replied: "Okay, it's rare for you to send me home."

She might be drunk, her voice became soft, like a kitten's paw, falling on Yan Shu's heart, tickling her heart.

Yan Shu had never seen her like this before, and only felt that if all her words were false, there was always a bit of sincerity when she was drunk.

In the blink of an eye, Song Zhilin drank another glass of wine. She picked up the remaining glass, opened her eyes wide as she drank, and asked in a naive tone:

"By the way, are you taking me home, to your home or to my home?"

She went to get the post-it note on the table, trying to write down the address, but her hand couldn't control it after she was drunk, and she didn't know the handwriting was crooked.

Song Zhilin gave her the note with unclear handwriting and said:

"Of course it's my house, how can I go to your house?"

Her tone was flat, but Yan Shu's heart clenched tightly, the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

Chapter 67

The next day, when Song Zhilin woke up, she only felt a dull pain in her head.

Her eyes were dry, and she couldn't open them for a moment. She turned over on the bed and buried her face between the soft pillows. In the rainy lawn.

The curtains are made of white glass gauze, through the curtains, the warm sunlight has sprinkled on her cheeks, reminding her that it is getting late and it is time to get up in bed.

Song Zhilin's muddy thinking gradually became clear. What was she doing last night...Drinking, yes, she drank a lot of alcohol, that's why she felt this hangover.

the Hangover?

Suddenly, Song Zhilin opened his eyes and saw a strange ceiling.

This is definitely not her home.

This is a rather warmly decorated small apartment. The glass windows are so large that they almost take up half of the wall. Creamy white glass gauze is hung on them to let the sunlight in. There are cabinets under the windows and several pots on the top of the cabinets. The green clusters of flowers and plants look vibrant.

The size of the bed she sleeps on is delicate. It is a little spacious for one person sleeping, but it is a bit crowded for two people sleeping. There is only one pillow on the bed. It is gray and has a striped flower surface, and the texture is very good against the skin. The quilt is a complete set, as fluffy and soft as a feather, and the whole bed is so comfortable that you don't want to leave.

where is this?

Song Zhilin was a little puzzled, and sat up, only to realize that there was an old-fashioned sofa chair in the room, which could be used for people to lie on, but it would never be comfortable.

There was a person lying on it, covered with a thin blanket, half of which had been kicked to the ground.

Yan Shu was holding a pillow in his arms, resting his head on the armrest of the sofa, frowning tightly, and seemed to be sleeping restlessly.

Yes, when did she sleep on the sofa and suffer from this kind of suffering.

A strange feeling crossed Song Zhilin's heart. Her heart was originally a layer of solid ice, like an iceberg in the North Pole, which would never melt, but Yan Shu's restless sleeping face was like a handle. The knife cut a corner directly on her ice layer.

Hearing her getting off the bed, Yan Shu woke up. She sat up from the sofa, still hugging the pillow, and said in a bad tone:

"Are you up? There's milk and eggs in the fridge, let's make breakfast yourself."

After finishing speaking, she stood up from the sofa, staggered towards the bed, fell down on the bed with a thud, and let out a long sigh:

"The bed is still comfortable."

Song Zhilin held a cup of milk, put another cup of milk on the small tea table, and asked, "The sofa where you slept last night?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was hoarse, with a feeling of hurting her throat.

"if not?"

Yan Shu wrapped herself in the quilt, pressed the remote control to bring out the blackout curtains, and said to her angrily: