little master

26.

After drinking, I wasn't drunk enough, but the car couldn't be driven, so I had to ride my friend's motorcycle to pick him up.

When I arrived, I got stuck, and students came out of the campus in groups. I stopped at the side of the road, took off my helmet, and looked for the young master among the crowd.

I saw it at a glance.

I waved to him and saw him coming. Many little girls were whispering as they passed by, looking at him with joy and shame.

I belatedly realized that there seemed to be too many rivals in love.

But it doesn't matter, I get the moon first, and they can't reach it.

Just when my heart was racing, the young master had already come over, looked at the motorcycle and my attire, and asked, "Did you drive today?"

I came back to my senses: "I drank a little wine just now, so I can't drive, so I wronged the young master to sit here first."

"Have you been drinking?" He suddenly approached, his nose fluttering.

The sudden approach startled me, I reached out to hug him reflexively, and then remembered that this was at the school gate, the bustling stream of people was moving beside us, so many people were watching, so I had no choice but to suppress the impulse and pretend to be It doesn't matter, let him smell it.

At the same time, I also felt his breath.

He also smells good, fresh and warm, like the sun rising in the morning. I took a deep breath, feeling like I was going to be intoxicated by the lingering breath from the tip of my nose.

He smelled it for a few seconds before evacuating, and looked at my face suspiciously: "How much did you drink?"

I felt sorry for the distance in my heart, recalled the soda cans on my friend's coffee table, raised one hand, paused, and added another finger.

he:"……"

He: "Are you sure you only drank a little?"

I nodded: "Yes, this is just a little wine, it's okay, I'm not drunk."

He looked even more disbelieving, as if he was about to go to the intersection to ask the traffic police to borrow a detector to prove it.

But my angle was quite tricky, and I noticed that his eyes drifted to the motorcycle behind me from time to time, and I understood it in my heart, and then I heard it very seriously: "People who are drunk say that they are not drunk. I don't believe it. How about I take you by bike?" Bar?"

I blinked slowly to see clearly the eagerness in his eyes, and he just wanted to pretend that he was accommodating me.

Kind of like laughing.

Seeing that I didn't respond, he poked my face with his hand and coughed lightly: "You look blushing, you must be quite drunk, come here, give me the key."

I took out the key, pressed the center of my eyebrows, and smoothed the corners of my mouth. I wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. I hesitated to speak and said: "I seem to be a little dizzy..."

His eyes lit up: "Yes, yes!"

I suppressed a smile and said: "Yes, I drank too much just now, and I didn't realize it, but now I'm recovering, and I'm indeed drunk."

The invisible ears on the top of his head were shaking, his eyes were fixed on the key in my hand, like a child seeing candy, he stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the key."

I obediently handed the key to him, and took half a step forward. In order to prove that I was really drunk, I staggered, leaned forward, hugged him, and knocked my chin on his shoulder. The fictitious drunk came to drink and go crazy: "Then trouble the young master."

He patted me on the back, pretending to be reluctant: "Don't drink so much next time, I won't take you every time."

I smiled and nodded: "Okay, I won't drink in the future."

"Get up then, let's go home."

"Ah."