The words were only half spoken, but they were the prelude to the charge horn blowing.

She acquiesced.

Han Chen didn't hesitate to give in too much, puckered her lips, and started tugging at her.

Faintly, Zhou Mo said the second half of the sentence: "...I can let you be my first man."

Han Chen paused, leaned over and stared at her face in shock.

After a while, he took a long step, got out of bed, and closed the door.

Zhou Mo didn't understand what was wrong with him.

She was so determined that she even gave up on propriety, justice and integrity, and went against the teachings her parents had always taught her.

She even felt that she would never do such a shameless thing again in this life to commemorate a young and fruitless relationship.

Han Chen left as soon as he said so.

What does it mean?

Han Chen's voice came from outside the door: "Put your clothes on."

Zhou Mo got dressed and walked out of the bedroom, but did not see Han Chen in the living room.

The sound of the shower came from the bathroom.

Zhou Mo walked to the living room and continued to sit where she had been sitting before.

Han Chen came out of the shower. His wet hair covered his eyes. He didn't wipe it. He glanced at Zhou Mo. He went to the restaurant and pulled up a stool and sat diagonally across from Zhou Mo. There was a coffee table and a few floor tiles between them.

"What happened today is my fault. I drank and couldn't control myself." Han Chen spoke calmly.

Zhou Mo crossed his legs, put his hands on his knees, and looked away, with a depressed look on his face and he didn't want to pay attention to him.

She said: "You and I know the whole story. There is no need to pretend to be benevolent or to take the responsibility on myself. I am responsible for what I do myself. There is no need for you to pretend to be kind."

Zhou Mo was hot-headed, impulsive, gritted his teeth and made up his mind, regardless of the consequences.

But she won't shirk responsibility.

If she takes the initiative, she takes the initiative.

Han Chen clenched his fists slightly and continued to say calmly: "Fortunately, nothing happened. If you feel that you have suffered a loss, you can ask for any compensation. I will agree to it."

"Compensation?" Zhou Mo felt that it was ridiculous. At the same time, he felt sad, aggrieved and angry, "Han Chen, what do you think of me?"

Zhou Mo felt that he had never been so wronged in his life.

She mustered up the courage to make a desperate decision, but it turned out to be a complete joke in front of Han Chen.

Zhou Mo was extremely frustrated and ashamed.

She couldn't accept it.

I feel like I am a Shaobing.

He stood up, opened the door, and ran out.

She forgot whether Han Chen came to chase her, or in other words, she didn't know and didn't care.

Because she cried so loudly that she couldn't hear anything.

The sun was clearly scorching, but Zhou Mo felt that the whole world was dark.

Since then, she and Han Chen have basically been in a state of complete separation.

But later, she also let go of it.

Because on the day Han Chen left Dongjiang, she received a message from Han Chen on QQ.

Han Chen said that he never wanted to embarrass her, but neither of them could control themselves, especially him.

…

"Momo...I didn't mean it."

As soon as Zhou Mo was about to leave the bedroom, he heard Han Shenmei say a word without saying anything.

She gave him a big roll of her eyes and murmured to Han Chen's sleeping figure: "It would be great if you were so good on weekdays and didn't make me angry."

Zhou Mo went to the next room to rest.

In order to prevent her from hearing Han Chen's movements at night, she also opened their bedroom door a crack.

I didn’t dare to sleep too much.

At night, two "clang, clang, clang, clang" sounds came from Han Chen's bedroom.

Zhou Mo woke up immediately and ran over in a hurry.

They saw Han Chen lying on the ground, with a glass in his hand that fell and broke into two pieces.

Zhou Mo immediately stepped forward, picked up the glass, took Han Chen's arm, put his arm around his waist, and pulled him up.

"I'm not honest when I sleep, I actually fall out of bed."

Zhou Mo put Han Chen back on the bed with all his strength, then turned around to clean up the broken glass.

"Momo..."

Zhou Mo thought that Han Chen was going to start harassing people again, so he turned his eyes to the bed angrily.

Han Chen opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and not drunk.

Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment: "Are you awake?"

"Is it really you?" Han Chen suddenly closed his eyes tightly, then opened them again, "It seems like he wasn't dreaming."

"Nonsense," Zhou Mo threw the glass into the trash can, "Why, I dropped it and woke you up?"

"I woke up without falling."

"Can I fall when I wake up?"

"The muscles are weak."

Zhou Mo sneered, "My muscles are drunk and my brain is awake? Your blood-brain barrier function is very good."

After drinking, alcohol flows throughout the body with the blood. The muscles have not recovered at all, but the brain has recovered first.

Zhou Mo then complained that his blood-brain barrier function was good and he had less alcohol in his brain.

Most people may not understand this joke, but Han Chen studies medicine and will definitely understand.

Sure enough, Han Chen smiled uncontrollably, seemingly embarrassed, and it was obvious that he got it.

Zhou Mo took out the quilt from under him and pushed him to move inside, "I can sleep well this time."

"I want to use the bathroom."

"..."

She put down the quilt and blushed slightly, "Don't say you just fell down because you wanted to go to the bathroom."

"Um."

Zhou Mo felt like a boiling kettle, with steam rising from his head.

"Can you get up?"

"Can't get up."

"..."

So what can she do?

"Help me."

Zhou Mo glared at him and could only pull him up by his arm, then bent down and lifted up half of his body, forcing him to stand up.

"Can I leave?"

"almost."

"Take two steps." Zhou Mo said deliberately.

Han Chen didn't move and looked down at her, "Do you think I haven't seen the Spring Festival Gala sketch?"

Zhou Mo was exposed and his face turned red.

"Take two steps when you are not sick" - a classic line from Uncle Benshan's sketch "Selling Kidnappings".

"Hurry up!" Zhou Mo urged him by hammering his waist.

Han Chen followed suit, walking with difficulty. The muscles in his legs seemed to have been taken away and he couldn't exert any strength. He could only lean on Zhou Mo and reluctantly rely on intuition to move forward.

After finally getting to the bathroom, Zhou Mo bent down and opened the toilet seat, wiped himself and wanted to put Han Chen on the toilet, "Sit down."

"Where to sit?" Han Chen asked.

Zhou Mo was surprised, "Don't you want to go to the bathroom? You can't stand and you can't sit down?"

Han Chen frowned: "Where are the pants?"
To be continued...