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Qi Ye who had just taken a bath was standing on the balcony at this moment. The man who was wrapped in a pure white towel seemed to have become much more clear-headed after being blown by the cold wind.

Wen Liang stood at a place not far from Qi Ye, and quietly looked at the man leaning on the balcony's railing. A full moon hung outside the window, covered half of it with black clouds. It was as if he was standing under the moon, his delicate features indistinct, but his handsome figure seemed to have been carved into her mind.

She lowered her head shyly. Her long eyelashes made it hard for people to look away.

The hair that had just been soaked in the bathtub was still wet at the ends.

"This long hair is for you. I've cut it once." "No," she said.

The woman's soft voice, like the sound of a wind chime, came to his ears through the wind.

"It's you who said you like girls with long hair and ponytails." Ye Zichen replied coolly.

Qi Ye thought of something as his high and cold lips curled up slightly. "Did I say that?"

The woman, who had been loving him, suddenly pushed him away, took him by the shoulders, turned him over and pressed him against the marble railing. She reached out and grabbed the man's powerful arm and said: "Of course, you said so yourself. I've kept your hair long for so many years, why don't you play dumb with me?"

In the end, she was still the one who had drunk her fill of wine. At the moment, she was just like the fearless girl who practiced martial arts when she was young.

Mr. Qi, whose mind was a little muddled, thought carefully before opening his enchanting eyes in the end. He shook his head and said, "I forgot."

"A high school record written by a high school graduate!"

Wen Liang had never forgotten about this. Back then, when they graduated from university, it was popular to write a book about their classmates. They would wait until the exam was over before taking it back and looking at the impressions his classmates left him, as well as the words they wanted to say.

Actually, Student Wen was not interested in this kind of thing, but the other students were all very active in doing it, causing her to seem as if she wouldn't be in the group if he didn't buy a student book.

There was a lot of information on the inside page of the same book, so Wen Liang filled in everything he could, such as Qi Ye's name, address, phone number, birthday, horoscope, blood type, mailbox, height, weight, and more … Nicknames. After the word 'nickname', she wrote the words zizyphus one by one.

Then he wrote down his favorite sports, food he loved the most, and animals he loved the most. In short, he filled in everything that could be filled in, leaving behind only the type of heterosexual he admired, as well as his greatest life goal.

Then, he gave that chapter to Qi Ye.

And when everyone finished filling in the school record and returned it to her, Qi Ye had yet to return it to her.

In the end she found the pedigree in his bag.

It was written on it.

Appreciation of the opposite sex type: IQ lower than me, legs shorter than me, hair longer than me.

The biggest goal in life: to marry the woman with lower IQ, shorter legs, and longer hair than me.

When Wen Liang brought up this matter, Qi Ye remembered. Having sobered up considerably, the man leaned his back against the marble balustrade and wrapped his arm around the woman's waist, pulling her into his arms.

"So it turns out that my biggest life goal is to marry you." His low, magnetic voice was laced with the faint aroma of toothpaste.

This man had brushed his teeth, and the smell of alcohol had faded quite a bit.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and suddenly asked, "Can you still carry me to bed?"

"Why don't we do it here?" he suggested.

Wen Liang held onto the man's neck like a koala and wrapped her legs around the man's waist. With a soft and gentle voice, she said, "Carry me in …"

"You still owe me a big meal." he said suddenly.

She buried her face in her neck and whispered, "I'll return it to you tonight …"

Qi Ye's lips curled up into a smile as he hugged the woman's butt and headed inside the house.

It's just that the symptoms of alcohol syndrome are...

He took two steps forward while carrying the woman like he was carrying a child. Then, he tripped over his right foot and fell …

The two of them fell onto the soft carpet together. Although they should have pressed the warm air under their bodies, in the instant they fell, it turned into the warm air lying on top of his body.

Qi Ye frowned in pain, Wen Liang grabbed onto the man's head and looked around: "Is your brain damaged?"

The little girl hugged his head with concern and said, "I'm more stupid than you. No matter how much you throw me, it would only be this way. You're so smart, I can't afford to pay if you break my head!"

The woman laid on his body chattering non-stop, her rosy cherry red color made him unable to restrain himself from kissing her.

His hands were wrapped around the woman's waist, drawing the shape of her lips time and time again. His breathing was mixed with her unique scent, causing their hearts to race.

She took the hand that held his head and ran it through the man's short, thin, thick hair.

A sudden movement caught his eye, causing his Adam's apple to twitch involuntarily. In an instant, he rolled onto his back beside her.

Warm hands hovered around her waist, and the nightgown unconsciously followed the movement of her body as it landed on her waist. The softness and fragility of the wind made each other's consciousness lose focus.

In an instant, she grabbed his large hand and whispered in her ear, "Don't be on the ground. It's uncomfortable."

Forcefully suppressing his flying thoughts, the man stood up, bent down, and carried her across his arms onto the bed.

His pupils reflected the silver-gray sheets, which were beautiful against the woman's snow-white skin.

Ye Zichen stood there blankly for a while, then smiled, then pounced towards the woman.

It was crooked.

However, in the nick of time, she suddenly rolled to the side. Then, she innocently glared with her pair of beautiful eyes and said, "I'll turn off the lights."

"Let me do it!" He was like a carp trying to break free from his embarrassment. Unfortunately, just as his hand touched the switch, the woman suddenly reached out and stopped him.

"What's wrong?" His eyes slightly narrowed, bringing with them an evil aura that went deep into the bones. His gaze was extremely penetrating.

"No, there are bullets, the kind that can hit every corner."

Perhaps it was due to her drinking that she had succeeded in overthinking things. He suddenly asked, "What's the bullet?"

"Shall I show it to you?" As he spoke, he placed his hand on the bathrobe's belt and quickly pulled.

Wen Liang was so frightened that he reflexively shook his head. He reached out his hand to cover his eyes, and a slit appeared between his fingers. He weakly said, "I'm not looking!"

"Then I'll take the medicine?" It was rare for her brain to be able to seriously think about something like this. "We've all been drinking and our drinking will seriously affect the quality of the ammunition, so we have to be prepared for the unexpected."

"Silly woman, when did I make you take medicine?" he asked her suddenly.

Wen Liang thought about it carefully. It seemed that ever since the first time, he had never given her medicine.

His heart suddenly felt warm, but he had no choice but to frown and ask, "You don't have an umbrella? You wish you had an umbrella over your head for 48 hours a day, do you not? "

Looking at the young woman in front of him, he asked with a dangerous look in his eyes, "48 hours a day?"

It was true that drinking alcohol could strengthen one's courage.

"What I mean is, don't men like to collect small umbrellas, so why don't you?" She looked away from him.

He pulled away the woman's small face, but replied clearly: "That's someone else, I like the feeling of letting the bullet fly for a while. "Because."

He paused before narrowing his eyes. "Comfortable."

Wen Liang: "....."

"Then remember to pull out your gun!"

"I can't do it!" He knew what she was going to say, so before she could finish her sentence, he interrupted her: "Wiping a gun is easy to fire. A spark can set the prairie ablaze!"

"Then, how about we wait until the umbrella arrives before continuing?"

"No way!" He kissed the woman on the cheek. "Wait for me!"