After saying that, I realized that I couldn't help but open my eyes and complain.

"I'll go. This is the big night when we woke us up. I'll just ask this? Just go to the hospital."

"Isn't this more trusting than you?" Qingyi smiled and hung up the phone.

I handed the phone back to the drunkard, but I saw that the drunkard closed his eyes again.

Qingyi could only put her phone back.

Because the bedside table is on the side of the drunkard, he has to pass by him if he wants to put his phone back.

Qingyi leaned over, stretched out her hand holding the phone, passed the alcoholic, and put the phone back to the bedside table, just like before.

At first, I felt nothing, but when I felt someone's warm breath spraying on his neck, Qingyi was stunned for a moment before realizing it. This posture seemed a bit ambiguous.

Qingyi didn't dare to think too much. After putting her phone back, she wanted to stop, but she felt a gaze staring at him.

Qingyi subconsciously looked at him, but saw that the drunkard who had originally closed his eyes was now open and looked at him without a moment.

The room was a little dim, and only the moonlight was projected through the balcony and inside the room.

In addition, the two are close together, so even if the room is dark, it is enough to see each other clearly.

Qingyi's breathing became chaotic in an instant, and her face began to become unnatural.

"What are you doing?" The drunkard looked faint, but there was a smirk in his eyes, and he asked knowingly.

"Put it, put your phone."

"Have it been put?"

"……Um."

"Then you're still pressing me."

In fact, he didn't press it at all, just Qingyi's chest was close to his arm, and his body was pressed down a little.

“…”

Qingyi didn't say a word and lay back on the bed in panic.

Lie straight.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the drunkard on the side actually supported half of his head with one hand, supported his upper body, and looked at him.

"What are you doing? Don't sleep?" Qingyi glanced at him, then immediately withdrew his gaze and looked at the ceiling.

He found that since he got drunk that night, the drunkard's temperament has changed a little.

Well...what to say it.

He is much more lively than before, and he can be said to be naughty.

He talked too much, and sometimes he was frivolous in his words, and even teased him physically.

This made him feel a little...puffy.

I really want to know what I said that night I got drunk.

In fact, it’s not that the drunkard has changed, but that he has stopped hiding and escaping.

"Can't sleep anymore."

The drunkard blinked his eyes, still supporting his head, supporting his body, and staring at Qingyi.

This skinny looks really good~ she is so handsome.

"You... can't sleep, stare at me and do what I do."

Qingyi swallowed nervously, and then clenched his hands beside him, not daring to see the drunkard.

"If you don't look at you, then what did you ask me to do? I don't like to play with my phone and don't want to drink so late. Do you open your eyes and watch the corpse lying on the ceiling like you? And count the sheep?"

“…”

Qingyi couldn't answer for a moment, so she opened her mouth and said, "Then, then I'll make breakfast for you?"

"Breakfast? Brother, it's only two or three in the morning."

“…”

"You seem to be very nervous." The drunkard looked at Qingyi with a smirk.

"No."

Qingyi blurted out without thinking about it and directly denied it.

"No? Then why don't you look at me? What's the best thing about the ceiling?"

"I……"

Hearing the drunkard's words, Qingyi subconsciously looked at him, as if he wanted to show with his actions: I was not nervous.
Chapter completed!