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"No."

"Why not?"

"Because... "Because …" His tongue made a knot and stuttered. "No matter what, we can't do it. We can't do it even if it's him."

"Then what about Xia Jingxuan?" She smiled lightly and looked at him fearlessly. She didn't want him to care which one of them was hers.

"That won't do either."

He answered without hesitation, making the smile on her face even wider. "Then who can do it?"

"I …" Pointing at the tip of his nose, his body swayed as if he was about to fall.

"Haha, Leng Muxun, your joke is too big. Look, it's already so late, as long as you are a gentleman, you should leave my place, please." If he didn't want to bother with him, then why would he be angry? Why would he resent this?

"No, you have to promise me not to interact with him in the future." It was different from the time she saw Leng Muxun in the apartment. That time, he drank too much, but he did not say anything and just went into the bedroom to sleep. But now, his mouth kept muttering nonstop, so loud that she could hear him, but she could not hear him clearly with his soft voice.

He was drunk. Forget it, she wouldn't lower herself to him. "Come on, I'll drive you to the car."

"No." He raised his hand, and impressively, it was a bottle in his hand, he had been drinking ever since he got off the car, the bottle poured down, and with a gulp, he drank a lot, "Don't care, Zhong Wanqiu, you only tell me whether or not you're dating Bai Moyu from now on?"

It was so late yet she was still tangled up with a man in front of the door. She could only pull Leng Muxun's hand, "Come, let us talk inside."

"No, I don't want to disturb the children."

He was already drunk to such a degree, but he still remembered Shishi and Guoguo, "Come in, I won't quarrel with you, just say whatever you want to say." Anyway, when he wakes up, he probably won't remember anything. When people drink too much, it's like they're another person.

"Is it really what I say?"

"Mm, let's go." Her hand closed around his, the arm he'd injured yesterday, and she suddenly remembered to ask him about the elevator.

Leng Muxun shook the bottle of wine and followed her into the room. She pushed him and sat him on the sofa, "Let me see your injuries."

"No need." He flung his arm. "You don't have to be so kind."

"Come, let me see. Did you change the medicine today?"

"No, I rushed over after work."

She looked up at the clock on the wall. If he had arrived around seven o'clock, it was already half past nine. He had been waiting outside for more than two hours.

"His car is here." He actually knew that suppressing his voice would not wake up Shishi and Guoguo. He really did not know if this man was drunk or not, but the smell of alcohol on him was real.

"You can come in if he's here."

"Zhong Wanqiu, you are two-timing." Too much, he was just a childish accusation, making her laugh involuntarily.

"Leng Muxun, you and Moyu are both my friends." She didn't think too much about it now. If it weren't for the fact that Shishi and Guoguo had accidentally went to look for him and forced her into his and Bai Moyu's world, they really wouldn't want to disturb them. It was also true that it was dull and ordinary.

"It's not the same. You were laughing and talking with him, but it was different when you were with me."

"Where did that come from? It's all the same to me. Stop drinking it." Seeing him raise the bottle again, she hurriedly tried to stop him.

"Let me drink, I want to drink, gulp …" He drank another mouthful, and after seeing that the bottle was empty, he said, "Zhong Wanqiu, I still have a bottle on the car. Go and get me a bottle, I still want to drink more."

"There's no need to go through all that trouble. I have some here, so I'll pour some for you later. Come, let me see your arm first." Ye Zichen coaxed him gently. She would be a fool if he treated her like a drunkard. She treated him like a child right now.

When she took his hand and pulled up his sleeve, he really became quiet. He looked at her quietly, then obediently let her undo the gauze and look at the wound. As expected, the medicine didn't change, with a sigh, she casually took the medicine she had just obtained, carefully applied it on him, then changed the gauze and wrapped it around him, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, Wanqiu, thank you …"

His words seemed to be rather clear, causing her to subconsciously raise her head to look at him. With just a raise of her hand, her lips immediately touched his. Furthermore, it was her who took the initiative to press her face against his, "Ah …"

She wanted to dodge, but it was already too late. Her lips were forcefully sucked in, and there was no possibility of her being able to do so. He called out hoarsely, and the smell of the wine became stronger and stronger in her nose. But miraculously, she did not have any adverse reactions, and had even forgotten to push him away. "Wanqiu …" He called again.

Her lips and teeth parted her teeth in his kiss, then sucked her lilac, pestering her not to let go. When she panicked and wanted to escape, his injured arm tightly wrapped around her body, making her immobile, unrestrained, with the domineering air unique to men. He forcefully begged for her kiss, and at that moment, in the deep night, she lost herself in his warmth …

Just when she was about to kiss him, a hand moved slightly, slanting slowly along her body. Afterwards, she had no choice but to fall on his arm, causing his kiss to become deeper and deeper. A heavy panting sound came from the air, it was his, and it was also hers.

"Mommy …" Suddenly, Shishi's voice came from the bed. The voice surprised Wanqiu, he did not know where it came from, but with a wave of strength, she flew out of his arms, and when she stood up and looked at the bed, the two treasures were still sleeping soundly, it turned out that it was just Shishi talking in his sleep.

Just as she was absentmindedly looking at the children on the bed, his lips moved once again. His black eyes that were filled with mist and mist were filled with endless charm as his lips opened slightly, and stopped by her lips. "Wanqiu, I like you …"

These four words were magnetic and pleasant to the ears, causing her to immediately stand dumbstruck in front of him, looking at him without moving.

Had she heard wrongly?

Was it true that he said he liked her?

If he didn't believe it, he wouldn't believe it.

She bit her lips, but such a simple action made the man sigh. After that, he sucked her lips and continuously said those words: "Wanqiu, I like you …"

"Don't …" He was talking about love, not love, but love and love were two different things, and he still didn't love her.

"Why not? Don't you like me? " He loosened his lips and held her face in his hands. His black eyes stared at her in the dark night. "Tell me, why don't you?"

After the confusion receded, she woke up and gently shook her head, "Because, I don't like you." She did love him, but she didn't dare walk into his world because his love had long ago given Min Qiu a person alone.

"Don't you like me?" His eyes never left her face as he mumbled those words, but his hands slowly drooped down. Finally, he leaned back on the sofa as he mumbled, "Don't you like me?" However, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He fell asleep like a child.

Wanqiu stared blankly at the man sleeping on the sofa, his words continuously lingering in his ears: Wanqiu, I like you.

He kept repeating it over and over again, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried.

She clearly knew that liking wasn't love, but she was actually captivated by his words.

That feeling was so beautiful.

He liked her.

His black pupils had already closed, and his long eyelashes, which made women jealous, didn't blink in their sleep, but gave off a feeling that they would open their eyes at any moment. That charming face was still intoxicated, and her thin lips were still red, causing her finger to unconsciously lift up and fall down.

How could she look at him like that? How could she touch his lips while he was sleeping?

She hurriedly stood up and quickly retreated. Although she was a bit further away from him, he was still that tall in her eyes. It was time for her to sleep, she really didn't need to care about him anymore.

Drunk man.

However, the moment he turned around, that phrase came out of his lips once more, "Wanqiu, I like you."

He liked her.

In his sleep, he would blurt it out.

Old people often say, day thinks, night dreams.

The elders often said that they spoke truth after drinking wine.

That seemed to be true.

Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat and endless ripples appeared on it.

Forget it, he couldn't just leave him on the sofa on a cold night. It would be very cold.

Then, she quietly stung him back, went back to his side, and pulled his hand, "Leng Muxun, wake up, go sleep at the place you slept at yesterday?"

The man didn't move, but there was a response. However, when Wanqiu heard his voice, he couldn't help but laugh, and said the same thing: Wanqiu, I like you.

He did not wake up. No matter what, he did not wake up. There was even a slight smile on his face. It was as if he was having a good dream.

She tried her best to pull him up and lead him towards the pile of goods. However, just as she moved a little bit, he heavily fell back onto the sofa, letting her realize that he was actually very heavy.

Frowning, she felt that she really couldn't carry him, so she looked around the room and finally covered him with a thick blanket, covering everything from his neck to his feet. Fortunately, the blanket was big enough.