The lights were feasting, and the faces of the people around him could not be seen clearly. Jiang Qing drank a lot of wine, trying to immerse himself in this ecstasy, twisting his body to the enthusiastic music, and the burgundy sling slipped down to his shoulders, looking charming and beautiful.
From time to time, a man would come up to talk to her, but she would always smile with her red lips curled up and not answer.
In the crowd, a man grabbed her wrist and led her forward. Jiang Qing lost weight and fell into the man's arms.
As if holding back, Song Chaochi's pressure was very low: "I'll take you back."
Jiang Qing laughed, her eyes blurred and passionate, but she didn't answer his words, "Song Chaochi, are you willing to let me go?"
After carrying her into the car, Song Chao didn't look at her again, "You're drunk."
Jiang Qing smiled mockingly, obviously already knowing the answer.
When she arrived at the gate of the community, Jiang Qing opened the car door and went upstairs without looking back, her steps a little wandering.
Seeing the person walking away, Song Chaochi rolled down the window and whispered:
"Reluctant to part with"
Intention: coming from feelings