Song Si said and pressed the position on his chest, "No, I want to vomit."
As she spoke, she rushed to the bathroom, and then lay down on the edge of the toilet and started to vomit. Zhou Muqing didn't follow at first, but then Song Si's discomfort became more and more obvious, and he passed.
When he reached the door of the bathroom, Song Si had fallen to the ground in a dirty state.
At that time, Zhou Muqing hugged Song Si without hesitation, and then contacted a housekeeper to help Song Si clean and change her clothes.
More than an hour passed before Song Sicai lay down on the bed safely.
Zhou Muqing sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her. Song Si's words just now made him understand more. That person disappeared, and he probably won't survive. It was because she couldn't accept this reality that she was still waiting.
Song Si and him are in the same illness, but strictly speaking, Song Si and him are pitiful. She is waiting for someone who will not come back.
Thinking of this, Zhou Muqing couldn't help but touch Song Si's face lightly. Song Si immediately reacted and held his hand, then turned over and pressed his arm under his body.
Zhou Muqing touched a mass of softness unintentionally, and he was also very embarrassed at this moment, he wanted to pull his hand away but was firmly suppressed by Song Si.
And now that Song Si was pressing him down like this, his body was forced to lean forward, and it was difficult to maintain this posture.
Zhou Muqing thought for a while and called Song Si softly, "Song Si?"
He thought that Song Si would react when he heard someone call her, and then he took the opportunity to pull his hands away, but Song Si was very sleepy, Zhou Muqing had no choice but to lower his height and sit on the ground beside the bed.
That night, Zhou Muqing and Song Si lived like this.
Song Si woke up early the next morning and found out what she had done was ridiculous, and Zhou Muqing's arms were numb from her pressure.
Song Si sat on the bed, looking at Zhou Muqing with a sorry face.
"I'm sorry Mr. Zhou, when I drink..."
She scratched her head in embarrassment, "Actually, I still drink very well, but... I lose my mind when I'm sad, and then my drinking capacity becomes worse. It may be that I trust you so my vigilance plummets."
"fine."
Zhou Muqing didn't mean to blame Song Si, she was also pitiful.
But his arm hasn't recovered yet. If he is still so numb, he will have to contact the driver to pick him up in a while.
Zhou Muqing twisted his wrist, Song Si immediately leaned forward and tapped his arm lightly, "Will it be better?"
"It's okay, I can do it myself."
Zhou Muqing moved his arms, and then left the bedroom.
Song Siman followed Zhou Muqing to the living room apologetically, and then said his heart to Zhou Muqing, "Last night you satisfied me and gave me a sweet dream. I will cooperate with you in the future and hope you can let Miss Cheng return smoothly. around you."
"Thanks."
Zhou Muqing looked at Song Si gratefully.
He was looking forward to this, and finally his wish was about to come true.
"Then..." Song Si looked at the situation in front of her in embarrassment, there were still traces of last night in the living room, she must have drunk a lot, she knew it herself.
As for the clothes on her body, she also had the impression that a woman changed them.
"Sorry, I bothered you last night."
"No." Zhou Muqing denied, "You just drank and felt uncomfortable last night, why are you causing me trouble."