Su Beilin never drank. He didn't want to drink, and no one had ever dared to force him. This good habit lasted for many years. Until one day, Song Nanan handed him a wine glass, and his voice was as low and dull as the sound of a piano under the moonlight: "Drink."
At the moment of beauty, Su Beilin took the wine glass without hesitation and drank it in one gulp.
Then he got drunk.
The world was spinning. Song Nanan separated several people, but Su Beilin couldn't catch any of them with his hands.
Song Nan'an was very patient and slowly drank the wine in the glass. After he drank it dry, he threw the glass and there was a clear sound. The drunken Su Beilin looked for his reputation and saw Song Nanan walking over slowly, as if he was stepping on his heart.
Song Nanan bent down: "Qiu Ding."
Su Li grinned and read in a silly tone: "Qiu Ding."
Song Nanan: "You are drunk."
Su Beilin parroted: "You are drunk."
Song Nanan's eyes gradually darkened, and he came closer to Su Beilin, with the tips of their noses touching: "I admire you with my heart." The voice was low and seductive, and Su Beilin also followed suit: "I admire you with my heart.
You. "
After a long silence, a self-deprecating laugh broke through the strange stillness, "Su Beilin, what is your heart worth? You like everyone in the world, and you always make me happy. It's so sad to lie to you that you like me, and it's not worth it at all. Listen, Su Beilin, tell me, I admire you the most. I will forgive you, and it's worth it."
This paragraph was too long. Su Beilin looked at Song Nanan in a daze, then slowly closed his eyes, fell his head on Song Nanan's shoulder, and murmured: "I just admire you."