"Little handsome boy." She called him softly, "Why don't you kiss me?"
Jiang Huai's eyes darkened greatly.
He reached out and clasped the back of her neck, but instead of pulling her closer, he gently separated her from him.
"Shen Zhi." His voice was low and hoarse, "You are drunk."
She frowned dissatisfied: "I know."
"So no."
"Why not?"
Jiang Huai looked at her.
Her eyes were full of alcohol, and she couldn't tell who the person in front of her was, or maybe she could tell clearly, but mixed all the words she didn't dare to say soberly into her drunkenness.
Jiang Huai slowly let go of her.
"Because you'll regret it tomorrow."
Shen Zhi stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and held his face.
"You really look like Jiang Huai."
Jianghuai's Adam's apple rolled.
"I hate him."
This sentence is very light.
But it hurt him more than the kiss just now.
After Shen Zhi finished speaking, she lowered her head and leaned on his shoulder.
"But I like him so much."
