C57 (1/2)

All of a sudden, I started to long for the sensation of alcohol numbing the nerves that the adults spoke of. Maybe if I was drunk, my heart wouldn't hurt so much.

When I got to the bar, the lights were bright and the men and women crowded on the dance floor. The deafening music made my ears tingle, and the flashing lights made me squint.

He went to the bar, leaned on the counter and shouted at the bartender. He ordered a large amount of wine and drank it one cup at a time.

Tears continuously rolled down his face, and Song Mo Ran's shadow continuously flashed by. Because of the bitterness of the alcohol, I was unable to continue coughing due to the spiciness of it. Lying on the counter, I cried like a three year old child.

I still remember my sister telling me, ”Xiao-Xiao, you have to study hard, don't become a bad girl like my sister.”

That's when I realized I couldn't be a bad girl.

I cried until my throat was hoarse and my body was limp. My vision was also blurred by tears. In that instant, I thought of Song Mo Ran, his deep eyes, and his slightly raised lips.

Then I fell asleep, unconscious.

The next day, when he opened his eyes, he was pierced by the sunlight so he closed his eyes again. He blocked the sunlight with his hands and slowly sat up. Only then did he realize how familiar everything around him was.

At this moment, I was lying on Song Mo Ran's soft bed.

Not far away, Song Mo Ran was standing in front of a large window. He was dressed in casual attire, the cool wind caressed his white shirt, the warm sunlight shone on his sexy and fair skin, a layer of white gauze wrapped around his head, but it didn't affect his handsome appearance at all.

Looking at him, the corners of my eyes stung. I was actually a little dazed.

Perhaps he had noticed the movement of my body, Song Mo Ran turned his head to look and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes. Immediately after that, he covered his eyes with a trace of anger.

He closed the curtain and crossed his arms in front of his chest. With narrowed eyes, he pursed his lips in a slightly angry manner and said: ”Lin Xiaoxiao, shouldn't you explain what happened yesterday to me?”

In this way, I felt a little guilty. I lowered my head and rubbed my head that was still aching from the hangover. I whispered, ”Explain what?”

Song Mo Ran was a little angry as he walked over to the bed and carelessly used his hand to pick up my chin. He said calmly, ”Girl, are you drunk? ”Alright, then I'll remind you.”

As soon as I said that, his kiss landed on my lips, domineering and aggressive.

I reached out to push him away, but I couldn't move at all. Just as I was about to be choked by the kiss, Song Mo Ran released me with a hint of anger in his voice. ”Do you remember now?”

I took a deep breath and lowered my eyes, not daring to look at him. ”Sorry, I shouldn't have muted my phone, I shouldn't have left you in the hospital, and I shouldn't have gone to the bar to have a hangover …”

Looking at the list of 'crimes' that I committed, Song Mo Ran's taut face finally relaxed. He stood up with his back facing me and said solemnly, ”Did you want to leave me with Lin Xiaoyu yesterday?”