Chapter third
As soon as I got home, I smelled a strong smell of alcohol.
I covered my nose, frowned and walked into the living room, which was full of scattered empty wine bottles.
The culprit was lying on the sofa as if he was asleep.
"Xie Yan" did not respond.
He was only wearing a wide-open bathrobe, with , and he was motionless.
"Xie Yan"
This time I walked closer and poked his arm. He hummed, raised his eyelids slightly, and said nothing.
"...What's wrong with you?" I was a little worried. After all, this happened so suddenly. He was fine when he sent me to school in the morning.
Afraid that he would catch a cold, I had to cover him with a blanket and said, "Go to sleep in your room. It's cold here."
The next second, "Jing Yuan"'s wrist was grabbed.
Xie Yan's throat also seemed to be soaked in alcohol: "Don't go."
My heart trembled: "No, I'll get a blanket to cover you."
But he didn't let go, and just held on to me. I gave in and squatted beside him: "Get up quickly, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."
"You feel sorry for me?" These words made me pause.
Then I saw a shocking old scar on his wrist.
He didn't care much: "If you don't care about me, why are you afraid that I will catch a cold?"
He acted like a naughty kid after drinking.
The scar on the wrist makes people feel distressed and curious.
I lowered my tone and said, "Yes, I feel sorry for you. Can we go to the room?"
Xie Yan was silent, and opened his hands, clearly asking me to support him .
I lifted him up with difficulty and let him put his whole weight on me.
The smell of alcohol mixed with tobacco filled my nostrils.
He was drunk and dazed, murmuring something incoherently in my ear.
But I heard the last sentence clearly.
He said: "Jing Yuan, can you hug me?"
I hugged him obediently and was pushed into the room by him.
I couldn't see his face, but I fainted the moment my nose touched the pillow.
"I wish." There was no trace of drunkenness in Xie Yan's voice. "Why are you so disobedient?"
