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Even with a restless octopus lying on his body, Duan Baiting remained calm.

In a calm tone, he asked Xiao Huan to pour a glass of warm water and send it upstairs.

Xiao Huan came back to his senses, nodded quickly, and turned around to pour some water.

Song Wanyue failed to succeed and cried there out of grievance.

She was placed on the sofa and sat back on his lap dishonestly.

His trousers were cool, the flannel fabric soft and smooth.

She moved her full and round buttocks. Although she did nothing, she deliberately panted softly in his ear: "Hmm..."

She really liked to mess around, and deliberately made her voice gentle and seductive.

Duan Baiting pinched her jawbone and forcefully pulled her face away from his ear to face him.

Her eyes were watery, as if they had just been abused.

He never said it, but he liked her like this.

The premise is, only in front of him.

Duan Baiting's eyes were dark, and it was hard to tell much emotion from them. The hand that was supporting her waist and preventing her from falling was gradually closing.

Gently rub it through the soft knitted base.

His lips fell, from gentleness at the beginning to domineering later, step by step.

It was just like when he was explaining the questions to her on the phone before, and he was afraid that she wouldn't understand, so he explained every step in great detail.

She praised him generously: "So amazing, even better than the teacher."

And now, she was immersed in his superb kissing skills, and did not forget to praise him in a vague tone: "So amazing."

Duan Baiting's eyes darkened, and this time the kiss was harder and deeper.

The tongue seemed to fill her entire throat.

Her mouth was stretched completely open, unable to close, and she sobbed with tears in her eyes.

But she wasn't crying because she was sad. The alcohol amplified all her senses.

This domineering and forceful wet kiss made her heart and fingertips tremble.

It's not uncomfortable, but comfortable.

It was very comfortable, so comfortable that she wanted to scream out.

The saliva is plundered directly from the mouth and is sweet.

Duan Baiting held her in his arms, placing her at a height where he needed to tilt his head back to kiss her.

The line of his neck was elongated and extended, the curve was sexy and attractive.

She heard the sound of him swallowing continuously, and he took away all of her.

His tongue was like a domineering robber, plundering the inside of her mouth at will.

She began to lack oxygen and water.

"Who am I?" he asked her in a soft voice between passionate kisses.

"Brother." Song Wanyue was in his arms, her body was soft, her voice was soft, her clear eyes were covered with a layer of mist, as if she had just been severely bullied. She looked pitiful, and called him in a delicate voice, "Brother Bai Ting."

Brother Bai Ting.

She called him that.

The shout touched his heart.

He felt good both physically and mentally.

Satisfied, he hugged her back again and rubbed her fluffy hair with his hands.

Like petting a puppy.

"Be good."

Song Wanyue rubbed his palm, completely forgetting the harsh words she said before drinking.

She was still mad at him.

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My stomach has been churning for a long time. It's all because of the alcohol.

Song Wanyue is really not suitable for drinking. Even half a glass is enough to make her feel uncomfortable for the next few days.

Xiao Huan came over with some water and knocked on the door. Duan Baiting reached out and pulled down the hem of her clothes.

Then he said, "Come in."

Xiao Huan was afraid of seeing something he shouldn't see, so his eyes were empty and out of focus. He put the cup of water on the coffee table and left in a hurry.

Duan Baiting took the cup and was about to feed her.

Song Wanyue bent her waist and vomited on him.

"..."

The man with mysophobia just frowned, said nothing, took off his coat and threw it far away.

He took a tissue and wiped the residue off her lips.

The smell in the room was not very pleasant, so he carried her to the study.

It's more spacious inside and the lighting is brighter. After vomiting, my stomach felt much better and my mind seemed to be much clearer.

Song Wanyue flipped through her phone.

She said, "You are actually jealous of Zhou Wenyang."

After being silent for such a long time, it was a bit too abrupt for her to speak suddenly. The topic changed too quickly.

But it was indeed useful because Duan Baiting's attention was completely attracted.

Song Wanyue smiled and said, "But it's normal for you to be jealous of him. After all, we were often rumored to be a couple at school."

She had been flipping through her phone for so long, it turned out she was looking for photos.

He turned the phone over and faced the screen towards him: "Look at this."

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on the phone screen that was glowing with white fluorescence.

That must be a photo from a long time ago.

Both of them are wearing school uniforms in the photo.

The high school they attend is the best school in the city, and the school uniforms are also in line with the times and are no longer the old-fashioned baggy sportswear.

Instead, it is a plaid pleated skirt and a uniform-style shirt on top.

The girl leaned on the railing, waving towards the camera with a bright smile, her ponytail blown up by the wind, and the sunlight seemed to blur her hair into a soft halo.

She is undoubtedly beautiful, bright and flamboyant.

Like a pink peony blooming in the sun.

Next to her, the boy with an impatient look on his face was also wearing the same school uniform. The only difference is that the pleated skirt has become long pants.

There was a wound at the corner of his mouth and a pink heart-shaped Band-Aid on his forehead.

His shirt was a little messy, as if it had been wrinkled by someone.

They are indeed a good match, whether it is their age, clothing, height difference, or the youthful atmosphere.

They were looking at the same place in the sunlight.

It was as if he was looking at Duan Baiting, who was holding a mobile phone, through the screen.

At that time, Zhou Wenyang had made an appointment to fight with someone else, and Song Wanyue, who learned the news, went to find him.

The Band-Aid on her forehead was something she carried with her. She had originally prepared it to avoid physical education class, but who knew it would come in handy so soon.

Duan Baiting didn't say anything. He slid his finger across the phone, operated it for a while, then locked the screen and put it back on the table.

Song Wanyue asked him curiously: "What are you doing?"

He raised his eyes calmly: "Delete the photos."

Song Wanyue's face fell at once, and she said unhappily: "Why did you delete it? I was very beautiful in that photo."

She stood up and went to get her phone, as if she wanted to retrieve the deleted photos from the recycle bin.

Duan Baiting held her down with one hand to stop her behavior, and put the phone farther away with the other hand.

"It was deleted in the Recycle Bin too." His warm fingertips gently smoothed her slightly wrinkled brows and praised her softly, "You're even more beautiful now."

Seeing that she didn't seem to anger him, Song Wanyue added fuel to the fire.

"Although there is nothing between Zhou Wenyang and I, I also had secret crushes on other people when I was in school. One was the president of the student union, very smart, and good at playing basketball. There was another one who was in the same grade as us and in the class next to us. He was very handsome. Although I don't remember the others very well, I also had secret crushes on them for a short period of time."

She knew all her secret crushes like the back of her hand.

Duan Baiting said nothing and just stared at her in silence.

Her smile was cunning, but he could tell at a glance that she was not lying.

After a moment, he lowered his dark eyes, took out a cigarette from the box and lit it.

Biting the cigarette butt, he smiled gently: "Really? Then why aren't you with them?"

Song Wanyue shrugged, and the corners of her beautiful mouth raised in a flamboyant and bright arc: "Because they are not worthy of me."

It was not a formal love in itself, at most because of a certain specific point, or the current atmosphere.

Or maybe there is something about them that attracts your attention.

For example, she once watched Slam Dunk and became obsessed with people who could play basketball. So she always looked towards the basketball court intentionally or unintentionally.

Naturally, I noticed the one who was the best at basketball.

But he smelled so bad. One day, when she went to bring him some water, he came over with a red face and she smelled the sweat on him.

From then on, she would take a detour whenever she saw a basketball court.

Duan Baiting lifted his back off the sofa, resting his hands on his kneecaps, sitting in a relaxed and leisurely posture. He dragged the ashtray to his side and flicked the ashes.

Song Wanyue watched from the side.

She felt from the bottom of her heart that some people were indeed favored by the Creator.

Even smoking a cigarette makes people unable to take their eyes away.

Duan Baiting has an extremely oppressive aura, which makes him easily become the focus of everyone no matter where he appears.

Even though he was trying to restrain himself at this moment, and his calm and reserved appearance, Song Wanyue could still see the undercurrent.

It was an emotion she couldn't quite put her finger on.

She desperately wanted to dispel the mist between her and him, but her efforts were in vain.

Duan Baiting pinched her chin with one hand and asked her in a low voice: "So you said you like me, just like those people?"

The fingers that had just held the cigarette carried the scent of burning tobacco, very light, mixed with agarwood.

It was his smoking habit, and he would always stuff a long, thin stick of agarwood into his cigarette butt.

It can reduce nicotine and reduce the smell of tobacco.

Song Wanyue blinked.

In Duan Baiting's opinion, she really looks like a little animal most of the time.

Or a ragdoll cat, or a lop-eared rabbit, or a Nanqiu sheep.

He has raised all these little animals because they look like her.

Pretty and cute.

But this pretty little animal was not obedient at all and knew exactly how to make him angry.

She nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, that's right:" When you were giving me lectures at that time, I thought you were very smart, smarter than anyone I knew. You understood everything, knew everything, and were proficient in everything. Girls at that time all admired the strong, so I fell in love with you."

Duan Baiting didn't say anything, his eyes were half closed, his thick eyelashes hiding the emotions in his eyes, but his face was calm.

He took a deep puff of his cigarette, pressed the back of her head with one hand, and bent down to kiss her.

The puff of smoke passed from his mouth to her, and she choked and coughed.

The tobacco smells slightly like mint.

For Song Wanyue at this time, mint is equal to catnip.

The effect was the same, making this delicate cat of hers addicted.

Her breathing became short and she took the initiative to kiss him.

This kiss was different from usual ones. She was no longer as delicate and reserved as before, and Duan Baiting was no longer as elegant and calm as before.

It's like returning to the most primitive instinct, driven entirely by passion and desire.

The two of them were entangled in each other's arms, lips against lips, tongues against tongues, sucking and licking.

They didn't separate until both of them were breathless.

Their foreheads touched, and her chest heaved violently.

Duan Baiting wiped the liquid from the corner of her lips, and said in a low and alluring voice: "If someone else was lecturing you at that time, would you also fall in love with him?"

Unexpectedly, he cared so much about the answer.

Song Wanyue climbed onto his shoulders with a smile and embraced him: "No, I was lying to you just now. I only like you."

He also smiled: "Oh, really."

The two of them, one was pretending to be nice, and the other was just playing along.

It all depends on who can't continue performing first and overturns the stage.

Unexpectedly, the one who ended up turning the stage was Song Wanyue.

But while she was lifting the stage, she also set up a more stable and solid one.

She reached out and pinched his cheek, then poked it with her finger.

It seems like she can't let go of his face. One can even say that one can't let go of him.

"Duan Baiting, I didn't lie to you. I really liked you so much at that time."

She acted coquettishly while drunk, wishing she could show him her most beautiful and best side.

She was sitting on his lap, so she was taller than him. Duan Baiting had to look up at her.

His jawline was clear and sharp, like an ancient Greek Renaissance statue.

Carved by the best engraver himself.

He looked into her eyes carefully, trying to tell whether she was sincere or not, but he found that her open eyes were indeed filled with love for him.

The heart gradually began to collapse.

It changed from a huge ship that was not afraid of wind and waves to a shaky boat.

No matter when, the person who is always calm and composed can also get flustered.

He had to admit that compared to directly taking his life, the three words "I like you" spoken by Song Wanyue were more lethal and direct to him.

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The memories of last night flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope.

Song Wanyue secretly gritted her teeth, angry at herself for revealing everything so quickly.

I was planning to continue teasing him.

She pretended to remember nothing: "You know I tend to black out when I'm drunk."

Duan Baiting nodded, as if he believed her.

Fortunately, he was well prepared and had a trick up his sleeve. He

took out his cell phone considerately and said, "I asked you to record a video last night because I was worried that you wouldn't remember it after you sobered up. I wanted to use this video to help you recall the past."

Song Wanyue was stunned: "When did I record a video yesterday? I clearly fell asleep after we had sex."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

This statement clearly disproved what he had just said about blacking out due to drinking.

Duan Baiting put the phone back to its place, lowered his eyes and looked at her with a smile.

Shit, he actually set a trap for her.

Song Wanyue cursed inwardly, the capitalists' hearts are indeed evil.