dance like a butterfly

If I didn't lose face, I wouldn't drink without restraint alone today.

If I could be sure that Old Han wasn't mad at me at all, I'd go straight to him.

However, a young heart always has to go through a lot of detours, always have to suffer, and always have to realize that our love can be simpler after those things that hurt others and ourselves.

I couldn't tell who it was that was crying.

All I know is that the man hugged me and pressed his face to my chest so tightly.

Maybe passers-by are looking sideways at this moment.

Maybe this person has given up his face, just because I was so drunk because of love, because I was unconscious because of the old Han in my heart.

I couldn't open my eyes, and my consciousness was blurred.

I just felt that I was carried into the car by someone, and I vaguely heard him say: "Drive slower, slower, slower!"

Drunken people are afraid of being shaken.

Drunk people need pampering.

And drunken people, specifically, are so shameful to me!

I can't tell how long it took, and I felt like I was picked up by someone and kicked up the stairs.

Maybe because it was so comfortable in the arms of such a man, my hands subconsciously wrapped around his waist, and my face unconsciously rubbed against his arms.I need such a hug, I need such a body to warm my whole life!

Brother, don't leave me again in the future, I beg you not to leave again!

Brother, I don't expect you to have an enviable high-ranking official, and I don't want your life of rich clothes and good food. I don't want to wander in the damn mountains and rivers anymore. I just want you to be by my side every day!

Brother, I will never make you angry again, I will definitely figure out your thoughts in the future, and obediently be your lover for life.

Brother, from now on, I will wash and cook for you at home, wash your feet, iron your clothes, diffuse sandalwood quilts for you, and wait for you warmly forever!

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Even though my heart was burning and my mouth was dry, Lao Han's embrace was so warm that I couldn't control my tongue anymore and kept chanting.

When Lao Han put me on the bed out of breath, I still held his neck, unwilling to let go.

He struggled, maybe hesitated, and bent his face against my lips.

I suddenly felt something stir in my abdomen, a thick stream of pulp surged up along the inner intestines, and violently scraped my stomach.

I hurriedly avoided Lao Han's teary face, turned my head to the edge of the bed, and vomited wildly.

Old Han may have been splashed with filth on his trousers, but I just feel that my head is very close to him.

He hurried over, held my shoulder with one hand, and gently tapped my back with the other.

I didn't eat anything at all, and most of what I vomited was acid water, and such acid water was even more heart-wrenching.

My tears were pulled out.Lao Han started to wipe my mouth with tissues.

Vomiting until there was nothing to vomit, I lay weakly on the bed.

The headache is about to split.The temples are throbbing, throbbing.

My tendons were beeping, beeping, beeping, beating, and my heart was beating majestically.

The whole body is weak and weak.

The brain gradually became conscious.

I moaned loudly, but didn't want to open my eyes.

I dare not look at Lao Han's face.Let him pick it up again like a drunk cat, maybe he will be so angry, as long as he can be by my side.

Old Han, I like how you take care of me.Now that I'm drunk, I'll pretend for a while longer. If you want to scold me, wait until I can scold you, so as not to suffer from slurred speech.

Although my body is uncomfortable, my heart is as comfortable as the mountain wind blowing through the peach blossom forest.

Maybe Lao Han also wanted to spare me, but he didn't say anything about me.

All I could hear was the sound of him cleaning the floor and the sound of running water in the bathroom. He was busy back and forth between the bedroom and the bathroom.

After a while, I was very curious. I wanted to take a sneak peek at what kind of anger Lao Han had become. Would you like me to say a few humble begging words to him.

When he ran to the bathroom again, I opened my eyes a crack.

God, old left!

The person who sent me back was Lao Zuo!

I am so disappointed!

What about Lao Han?Where is my long-awaited old Han?Could it be that Lao Han has completely given up on me: I just drank to death outside, and he doesn't care!

No, I have to think about it.

Did he not come at all?Or when I rushed over, I found that Lao Zuo took me home first?

Thinking of this, I am extremely discouraged and angry-why bring me back?If you can't wait for Lao Han, just let me die outside!

"How do you know I'm drunk?"

When Lao Zuo came again, I asked.

"Are you awake? Is your head still hurting? I'm boiling water, and I'll put a hot towel on you later!" Lao Zuo laughed.

"I ask you, why did you send me back?" I raised my voice.

Lao Zuo hesitated for a moment: "I'll take a taxi and follow you."

track!

My lungs are about to explode.

What's the matter today?Zhang Wenqing followed me, and Lao Zuo also followed me. Am I a prisoner?What about my human rights?

"Boring! Despicable!"

I cursed hard.

"I think your mood is a little abnormal today, and I'm worried. I heard that you and Lao Han had a fight, and I heard that Lao Han beat you. I'm afraid you will suffer again."

"Old Han beats me, I am willing, you don't care! You go, you go, I don't want to see you again!"

Has Lao Zuo ever touched my finger?During those days together, he tried his best to take care of me meticulously.Not to mention beating me, even if I caught a cold, he would be as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

However, today I am going to see my beloved Lao Han.Before Lao Han appeared, I was unconscious after drinking, but was picked up by Lao Zuo.

In case Lao Han happened to show up and saw Lao Zuo hugging me, what would he think?

Guo Jingqi has already made Lao Han furious, and now he bumps into Lao Zuo again, I'm afraid he is covered in mouths, and I can't tell if there are a hundred tongues in each mouth!

Lao Zuo sat by the bed, put his hands on my shoulders: "Xiaohui, don't treat me like this, my heart is also very bitter. I heard your drunken words just now, if I were Lao Han, why would I still be willing to beat you? Take out my heart and eat it for you!"

I shook my shoulders and shook off Lao Zuo's hand: "Don't touch your feet, stay away from me."

Lao Zuo stopped talking and moved his body backwards.

I was disappointed and very worried.

Lao Zuo is here now, and it doesn't make sense for me to drive him away because of emotion and reason.

However, if Lao Han doesn't show up again, it means he is determined to give up on me!

then what do I do?Want me to kneel at his door and beg for mercy?

God, you still kill me!

When there was no claim, there was a sound, the sound of the key turning the anti-theft door.

Lao Zuo and I looked at the door together.

The door is open!

My goodness!As the saying goes: Shaanxi local evil, can only speak, can not pout (pout, Guanzhong dialect, means to scold).

Old Han, whom I have been thinking about day and night, is standing at the door with a blank expression on his face at this moment!