Presumptuous

The day she gave up chasing Jiang Boyan, Su Qingyan saw this cold-blooded and rigid scholar in a bar. The boy was drunk. His cold eyebrows had lost their usual solemn look. His eyes that looked up were stained with worldly desires, like gods and Buddhas falling into purgatory. He was being pestered by other regulars. Su Qingyan, who was chatting with someone in the booth opposite, couldn't stand it anymore and went over to help him. Jiang Boyan looked at her, the red tear stain at the end of his eyes looked more cold: "Is that the new goal?" People are drunk, but their words are still cold and distant, and even more ignorant. Su Qingyan frowned at him, remembering the previous quarrel, and said in an impatient tone: "You mind me." "I'm not drunk." Jiang Boyan pursed his thin lips tightly and responded indifferently, "You don't have to worry about it." Su Qingyan: "..." Then you should give way and stay out of the way. Intention: Be honest with yourself