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Yan Zimi's restlessness was finally noticed by his father.

While pouring Yan Zimi a drink, his father also asked him, "Is what happened tonight important?"

Yan Zimi thought for a while: "Promise to others."

Dad laughed: "It's my fault, is it too late to go back now?"

Yan Zimi shook his head: "No," he nodded, "It's too late."

His father's friends probably also saw that Yan Zimi was absent-minded. He smiled and said to his father: "The kid can't sit still, let him go about his own business. What's the point of being with us old people."

"Yeah," echoed someone on the other side: "Sitting is boring, and he can't understand what we say."

Dad smiled in a low voice: "Okay," he turned to Yan Zimi and said, "I'll let Lao Zhang take you back first."

Yan Zimi: "Okay."

As soon as he got out of the box, Yan Zimi asked Pei Huan how much he drank, but Pei Huan didn't answer him, so he went to the group to ask everyone how much Pei Huan drank.

No one returned.

No one came back when I got downstairs, and no one came back when I got in the car.

He gave the position to Uncle Zhang and asked Uncle Zhang to hurry up.

A few minutes later, Zhao Di finally replied to him in the group.

Zhao Di: "I drank a lot"

Zhao Di: "I don't know what stimulated this guy at night, so he drinks whenever he can"

Zhao Di: "When are you coming over, Zimi, we're leaving soon"

Yan Zimi: "On the way"

Zhao Di: "Oh oh oh oh, let's wait for you for a while"

Zhao Di: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll order a few more dishes for you"

Zhao Di: [menu picture]

Zhao Di: "Don't be polite to me!"

Yan Zimi didn't click on it: "No need, I've eaten, I'm not hungry"

Zhao Di: "Okay, then hurry up and come here."

Uncle Zhang has already entered the address into the navigation, Yan Zimi glanced at it, and it will take twelve minutes to arrive.

He looked at his phone again, but Pei Huan still didn't reply him.

"Is there a traffic jam at this point?" Yan Zimi asked.

Uncle Zhang: "No way," he said and asked Yan Zimi, "Are you in a hurry?"

Yan Zimi nodded: "It's urgent."

Uncle Zhang slightly stepped on the accelerator: "Okay."

The car arrived at the downstairs of the restaurant 1 minute earlier than expected in the navigation. Yan Zimi said thank you and got off the car in a hurry. According to the information Zhao Di gave before, he found the box number.

The door opened and the inside was very lively, Xiao Dong was leaning on the chair and talking with a smile, Yu Nan clapped his hands and laughed, Zhao Di was also laughing, there was a girl next to him, it should be Yaya.

"Zi Mi is here."

Zhao Di hurriedly waved to Zhao Di: "Come and sit, come and sit, this cake is yours."

Yan Zimin hummed and asked, "Where's Pei Huan?"

Zhao Di: "Going out," he said and paused: "Yeah, why did Pei Huan go for so long? Did he go to the bathroom?"

"I said I was going to get some fresh air," Yu Nan asked Yan Zimi, "Did you see him when you came?"

Yan Zimi: "No."

After Yan Zimi finished speaking, he turned around and opened the door, and asked, "Where is the toilet?"

Zhao Di: "Go out and turn right."

Yan Zimi went to the toilet first, but there was no one there, and then walked around the restaurant, but saw no one.

He went straight out of the restaurant and called Pei Huan while looking for someone.

It was picked up quickly over there.

Yan Zimi: "Where are you?"

It wasn't Pei Huan's voice over there: "No, he didn't bring his mobile phone."

Yan Zimi: "Okay."

Yu Nan asked, "Have you found it yet?"

Yan Zimi: "No."

Yu Nan groaned: "He drank a lot, where can he go?"

How could Yan Zimi know where Pei Huan was going?

After hanging up the phone, Yan Zimi searched outside the restaurant again, then went back to the box.

Pei Huan still didn't come back, and the roommates stood up to pack their things.

"Have you found it yet?" Zhao Di asked.

Yan Zimi shook his head: "No," he asked, "When did he leave?"

Yu Nan thought for a while: "Not long."

Yan Zimi: "Does he know I'm coming?"

Zhao Di: "I said it, but I don't know if he listened."

Yu Nan put his bag on his back and said to Yan Zimi: "Maybe I'm sleepy and went back to the dormitory by myself. Now I'll go back to the dormitory to have a look, and you go back to see if he went to your place. Zhao Di sent Yaya back, and Xiaodong went." Look around."

Yan Zimi nodded: "Yes."

Zhao Di went over and patted Yan Zimi's shoulder: "It's okay, Brother Huan is still very measured, don't worry, we can find it."

Yan Zimi still said, "Yes."

Don't worry it's fake, Yan Zimi is really nervous.

On the way back, Yan Zimi was paying attention to see if there was anyone named Pei Huan around, and whenever he saw someone of similar height, he would take a few extra glances.

The restaurant is not far from the community, but Yan Zimi walked a few extra steps outside, and went back after finding no one.

When going upstairs, Yan Zimi asked in the group, "Did you find it?"

Xiaodong: "I haven't arrived at the dormitory yet"

Yu Nan: "I didn't see it"

Zhao Di: "Yaya has arrived at the hotel, I'll go back and have a look now"

Yan Zimi sighed, feeling very depressed.

The elevator went upstairs with a ding, and the sensitive voice-activated lights lit up because of Yan Zimi's steps.

He put his phone away and turned to the corridor.

Unexpectedly, this time he walked, he saw...

"Pei Huan?"

Yan Zimi stopped for a while, and saw the person leaning against his door raised his head.

Yan Zimi's hanging heart finally let go, he exhaled forcefully, walked over and said, "Why are you here?"

Pei Huan just looked at Yan Zimi without saying anything.

Yan Zimi strode up to Pei Huan: "They said you drank a lot, how much did you drink?"

Pei Huan still didn't speak, just looked at Yan Zimi.

It can be seen slightly that Pei Huan's breathing is a little heavier than normal. Apart from these, he is in good condition. If he doesn't say anything, he can't tell that he has been drinking.

Pei Huan never spoke, Yan Zimi sighed softly, took out his phone, and wanted to talk to his roommates.

But before it was unlocked, Pei Huan suddenly grabbed his wrist and stopped him from moving.

Yan Zimi was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Pei Huan finally spoke: "What are you doing?"

The voice was very deep, and I could finally tell that I was a little drunk inside.

Before Yan Zimi could say what he was going to do, Pei Huan suddenly pulled him over forcefully.

Caught off guard, Yan Zimi bumped into Pei Huan's arms, and Pei Huan's other hand was still clasped on his back.

It was a hug that wouldn't let him move.

Yan Zimi's heartbeat suddenly became heavier.

He whispered, "Pei Huan."

With this shout, Pei Huan hugged him even tighter, and buried his head a little.

He said to Yan Zimi: "Don't go."

Yan Zimi wasn't sure how sober Pei Huan was now, so he could only follow Pei Huan's words: "I didn't leave."

Yan Zimi: "But let me go first."

Pei Huan's hand was even harder: "Don't let go."

After a few seconds, he repeated softly: "Don't let go."

The two of them moved very quietly, the voice-activated lights went out, and the corridor suddenly became dark, with only the light from the nearest window.

Yan Zimi's heart was twisted into a ball again because of Pei Huan.

Yan Zimi blinked a few times, feeling Pei Huan's warm breath on his neck.

He also took advantage of the hard-won opportunity to move a small half step towards Pei Huan and put his chin on his shoulder.

Like something stolen, Yan Zimi did it carefully.

I don't know how long it took, Pei Huan's hand loosened a little, but he still didn't let go of Yan Zimi.

Yan Zimi's heart was pounding, and he tried to keep his breathing steady. He grabbed the corner of Pei Huan's coat with his hand that wasn't holding the phone, and asked him, "How much wine did you drink?"

Pei Huan lowered his head, his head was almost resting on Yan Zimi's shoulder: "I don't know."

Yan Zimi asked again: "Why did you come here?"

Pei Huan: "Wait for you to come back."

Yan Zimi smiled lightly: "Why don't you bring your mobile phone?"

Pei Huan repeated: "Mobile phone."

The corridor was very quiet, and the voice-activated lights closed their eyes obediently.

Yan Zimi actually had a lot of questions to ask, but he thought, Pei Huan is like this now, even if he asks, he can't get a clear answer.

Simply don't ask.

Just hold it.

But the fact is impossible, not long after, Yan Zimi's cell phone rang.

He stepped back a little, trying to answer Zhao Di's call, but Pei Huan seemed to be very sensitive to his phone, so he grabbed his wrist again, snatched his phone, and hung up the phone neatly.

Then put the phone in his pocket.

Yan Zimi was puzzled, he raised his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

Pei Huan's breathing became deeper and his voice lowered. He said slowly, "I can't answer."

Yan Zimi: "Why?"

Pei Huan also looked into Yan Zimi's eyes, but didn't answer why, but put his arms around his waist, pushed him, pressed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall.

Not too heavy and not too light, Yan Zimi groaned when he bumped into it.

The voice control was startled and lit up.

The sudden light made both of them close their eyes subconsciously.

Zhao Di called again. The phone was in Pei Huan's pocket, and the ringtone was particularly abrupt at this moment.

Yan Zimi moved a little, but Pei Huan held him down.

Yan Zimi couldn't help but laugh.

At such a close distance, Yan Zimi could finally see that Pei Huan was different after drinking too much.

The corners of his eyes were a little red, and his expression was a little bit different from usual. He looked serious, but Yan Zimi always felt that he was holding back some unhappiness.

Yan Zimi smiled inexplicably.

He lowered his voice, word by word, and said to Pei Huan as if coaxing: "Can you give me your phone?"

Pei Huan said, "No."

Yan Zimi laughed again: "Why?" He raised his voice, "Huh?"

Pei Huan didn't answer him.

Yan Zimi then lowered his head, wanting to get his phone from Pei Huan's pocket.

But this hand just touched the clothes and was held by Pei Huan again.

Pei Huan raised Yan Zimi's hand and pressed it against the wall.

He also had the nerve to ask: "What are you doing?"

Yan Zimi smiled: "I want to ask you, what are you doing?"

Pei Huan was a little stunned suddenly, Yan Zimi smiled so hard that his eyes were crooked, and he was still restrained.

Pei Huan held Yan Zimi's other hand again. He lowered his head to look at it seriously, then slid his hand up seriously, interlocking his fingers with Yan Zimi's.

The atmosphere that was already not right was even more wrong.

A strong numbness came from Yan Zimi's palm, and he seemed to be drunk too.

Pei Huan's palm was very warm, slightly bigger than Yan Zimi's, stretching Yan Zimi's fingers apart.

The phone stopped ringing, and Yan Zimin watched dumbly as his clasped hand was lifted up, the same as the one just now, and pressed on his head.

Yan Zimi's breathing also started to get bad. He blinked at Pei Huan, wondering what Pei Huan was thinking and what he wanted to do.

"Yan Zimi."

Pei Huan called him softly.

Yan Zimi is feverish.

"Ah."

Pei Huan lowered his head, only looking into Yan Zimi's eyes.

He also said: "How can you be so beautiful?"

Yan Zimi's heartbeat became heavier.

In the next second, the voice-activated light suddenly went out.

At the same time, Yan Zimi felt the black shadow in front of him fall, and something warm was pressed against his lips.