C20 Don't Overdo It

He did not say anything, but quietly ate up the two plates.

She got up to go wash, but he told her to leave it in the sink. She ignored it and he went to help her.

There was only the sound of water in the kitchen. He washed her and quickly finished the job.

"You look pretty energetic. "Well, wouldn't you mind having another drink with me?" "No," he said.

"I don't know how to drink. My alcohol tolerance is low, a little bit will make me drunk." "No," she said.

"Isn't that perfect? If you're drunk, you sleep. " he said, taking more cans from the refrigerator.

No wonder you live opposite a perverted wolf and can't sleep even when you're awake. How dare you get drunk? she thought.

"Forget it, go drink by yourself! I'm going to bed! " She walked out of the dining room and carried the computer upstairs.

Hearing him sigh behind her, she turned around and saw his face was filled with fatigue. She thought for a moment and said, "Then you go over first. I'll find you after I turn on the computer!"

He was stunned, thinking that he had misheard. When he reacted, she was already gone.

This girl was really strange!

Back in his own room, Fang Xiaoran regretted overflowing with sympathy. She had been sitting on the bed for a long time and hadn't wanted to go out, but she couldn't get her eyes off him.

Forget it, let's go! Just control it. She turned off the light and walked out of the room.

The moonlight was very bright tonight. He sat there as if enveloped by a thin layer of moonlight.

She stood behind him and coughed. He didn't look back, just said, "Come on," and when she saw that he had actually placed another chair at the round table, she went over and sat down. He opened a can of beer and handed it to her.

"Why are you smoking?" she asked.

He heard the reproach in her voice and said, "You're such a busybody that your future husband will be bored to death by you." Even so, he put out his cigarette.

"I'm not going to care about you, stop thinking too much! "I just —" she said, but he answered.

"I know, you just don't want my parents to worry about me. I should be grateful for having such good parents, right?" "No," he said.

Similarly, she heard the reproach in his words. He thought, why am I talking so much about him? He was asking for trouble. He sat there without a word.

He drank one and opened another, and when she didn't touch the wine, he said, "Are you afraid I'll put something in it? I'm not interested in you, so stop daydreaming! "

Her face suddenly turned red. It was nothing much, but after he said that, she felt like she was really looking forward to something.

"So what? Do you think I'm afraid of you?" She took a big gulp and coughed.

"Did I force you? "What are you trying to do?" "No," he said.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have thought that I came here to accompany you!" She finally stopped coughing, and when he said so, she put down the jar angrily and started to leave.

"What are you doing?" He suddenly grabbed her wrist and she couldn't get up.

"Sit down!" His tone was almost commanding.

"Why should I listen to you?"

"No reason, no reason?" He let go and sat up straight, no longer looking at her.

"You —" Angry, she got up and went to the door, but she heard the lighter again. When he turned around, he saw smoke floating up from the top of his head.

Did something really happen to this fellow? She suspected but was unwilling to ask, so she returned to her seat.

"Didn't you want to go back?" "No," he said.

"I can't sleep, let the wind blow." She picked up the can and took a sip.