Chapter 4 — Drunk Night And Unplanned Kiss

I didn't say anything, poured two glasses of wine, and gave her one. The girl on the outside looked pampered since childhood, had an arrogant personality, but always understood every change in my mood. Mood is always a factor in determining the amount of alcohol you can drink. That night, I was so drunk that I couldn't wake up. After she encouraged me and scolded Lam Hoai An countless times with me, Lam Tu turned over my phone and called someone. 7 I wanted to ask, but my head hurt unbearably, so I put my face down on the table and fell asleep. When I woke up, I felt like I was leaning on someone's lap, warm and comfortable. Opening my eyes, I discovered that I was being carried "princess" style. Looking up, it was a face so beautiful that it violated the rules. Even if viewed from below - a "deadly" perspective - he still looks deadly handsome. I squinted my eyes and looked carefully for a moment, then vaguely recognized him. Trying to remember his name in my head, I asked suspiciously: "Chau Chi?" “…My adoptive mother, my last name is Giang.” “Oh, Giang Chi?” "YES." Drunk alcohol filled my head, I could no longer retain any sense of shame, nor did I ask where he was hugging me, my arms proactively wrapped around his neck, finding a comfortable position in his arms, then... I closed my eyes and fell asleep. Woke up and saw Giang Chi carrying me into the room. This seemed to be a hotel. I frowned and looked around, I didn't know it. Giang Chi put me on the bed. “Go to sleep, I'll stay by your side and watch.” He put me on the bed, took off my shoes and socks, covered me with a blanket and whispered. But... I'm drunk, so drunk that I'm no longer sober. When Giang Chi was about to stand up, I firmly grasped his wrist with perfect precision. Everyone knows that when I'm drunk, I not only cause trouble, but I also have very strong powers. I pressed Giang Chi down on the bed and turned him over. “How dare you have an affair, are they as beautiful as me?” Giang Chi seemed a bit surprised, then slowly shook his head. “Do they have as good a figure as me?” He shook his head again. I scolded: "And yet you dare to betray me? Do you know that was the time I regretted the most and was the most embarrassed in my life?" Giang Chi said nothing. A long time later, seeing me staring at him demanding answers, he pursed his lips and reluctantly whispered: "Yes, sorry." "What's the use of apologizing? I feel nauseous thinking about you!" I snapped, cutting him off. Then I pinched his chin, looked closely at both sides, and honestly exclaimed: "You're not Lam Hoai An, um, why are you so beautiful..." After saying that, I borrowed the alcohol, bowed my head and gently kissed his lips... 8 Waking up, I was bewildered and didn't understand what happened. What did I do last night? Is this the hotel in last night's memory? Absolutely not! This is my house. Last night I was so drunk that I didn't recognize my house and thought it was a hotel. Furthermore — Under my blanket there was a sleeping man. A handsome man, sleeping soundly. Looking closely... yes, it was my newly adopted son. I stared at that face for a long time, then sighed in annoyance, I was so drunk last night, I couldn't remember anything. It's truly a pity. “Foster mother.” While regretting, suddenly a voice rang out next to me. I trembled and turned my head to see Giang Chi quietly looking at me, looking closely, his eyes seemed to be mixed with a little smile. It turns out that when faced with a beautiful object, people really have no resistance. I Looking at him blankly, his mind was blank, his mouth opened but he couldn't say a word. “Mommy, is your chest pain better yet?” I didn't know why he asked that. I frowned but still answered honestly: "It's better." Giang Chi nodded, his lips curled slightly at one corner. “But… I hurt.” Having said that, Giang Chi tore off the blanket a bit, revealing a deep, very clear tooth bite mark on his shoulder. I was "frozen". “This… was I bitten?” “You guess.” Having finished speaking, he also lowered his head to look at that tooth mark, raising his eyebrows: "Last night when I came back to help you take off your shoes, you definitely said I was the Lam family's dog, saying I bit you, then... I bit back first." “…” I smiled wryly: “I was so drunk last night…” “Yes.” He leaned against the bed, lit a cigarette, and said in a bland voice: "So drunk that I recognized the wrong person." I frowned: "What...what do you mean?" Giang Chi took a breath of cigarette, turned his head to look at me, then playfully blew a puff of smoke into my face. The mist obscured his vision. Giang Chi whispered: "Last night my adoptive mother recognized me as her previous cheating boyfriend, scolded me, and then..." Saying this, he stopped for a moment, squinted his eyes, his expression... seemed to be reminiscing. Seeing his expression, my face turned red. It's truly indescribably confusing. “Who did I get wrong?” I asked in a whisper, but also a bit guilty. I know how drunk I am, recognizing the wrong person is a small matter. Giang Chi glanced at me and conveniently put the cigarette ash on the trash can: "Last night my adoptive mother hugged me, asked me why I had an affair, and asked me if the girls were as beautiful as my adoptive mother." “…And then what?” “And then what?” Giang Chi smiled, her lips curled up: "Then my foster mother told me how beautiful I was, so she pressed me down." …This is dangerous. I looked at the tooth marks on his shoulder for a moment, my mind full of thoughts about how to explain to my colleague. Oh my god, people see me as their sister, but I hurt their son. Feeling so confused, I unconsciously chose to avoid it. So when Giang Chi wrapped herself in a towel and went into the bathroom, I quickly got dressed and slipped away. Running out of the room I realized - this is my house, where am I going? Without thinking anymore, it was the weekend, I went to the city library, sat all day, holding a book from morning to night but couldn't read a single page. It was getting dark. After much hesitation, I still decided to take a taxi home. Carefully take the key to open the door — There are no lights on in the house, the light is quite dark. I breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the sandals outside the door, but didn't see Giang Chi's men's shoes. Closing the door and entering, I looked around the house but couldn't find any sign of Giang Chi. Even the room was cleaned clean, the rice cooked in the pot was still hot and fragrant. The adopted son that I pressed down on the bed last night was like a real-life version of the snail. Not only did he not hold me responsible, but he also cleaned the house for me. My house has never been so clean. The windows are bright, the sheets and pillows are replaced, even... the toilet is cleaned. Seeing him being so brave, I felt a little guilty. Beautiful body, handsome face, good job and good job, a very good guy was spoiled by an "old mother" like me, and didn't even take responsibility afterwards. Thinking about it, I feel terribly guilty. But... I was too cowardly, opened Giang Chi's WeChat, wondering tried everything, in the end still chose silence. 9 I always hide on weekends, and Giang Chi doesn't do anything. After a night of dreaming, it was as if he had never appeared. I couldn't hold back my impatience and frustration. After all, we were once close, so why didn't he care at all? Carrying that question in my heart, I struggled to sleep all night, and the next day I went to the company with panda eyes. Not long after sitting down, my older colleague arrived. Maybe she was a little guilty, I didn't dare raise my head to look at her, I didn't know if Giang Chi had told her anything. But — She was still very enthusiastic, sat down next to me, patted my shoulder: "Honey, I'm telling the truth, that little boy Giang Chi suddenly woke up!" Hearing that name from her mouth, I stiffened. “What… what’s wrong?” She opened the lid of the thermos, took a sip of goji berry juice, then smiled brightly and said: "This morning I accidentally joked and told him to go have a look, guess what happened?" I quickly paid attention to the next story. She was excited because her son "bloomed for the first time", held my hand and whispered: "He agrees!" Agree... Contrary to her excitement, at that moment my heart seemed to fall into the abyss. Can't describe what that feeling is. There's a bit of regret, a bit of anger, and even... sadness. I sat quietly in front of my desk, looking into space, smiling wryly, the corners of my lips curled up in nothing but self-mockery. Worth it. Why did I adopt that adopted son, get drunk and become cowardly? Even though you're old and have gone through so many ups and downs, yet you feel bored because of a boy two years younger than you? She completely ignored my absent-minded expression, still pulling me to say non-stop: "You see, Giang Chi's eyes are very good, obedient, lovely, she is an elementary school teacher, and two years younger than Giang Chi, everything matches very well." She even asked me: "Do you think it's suitable?" “Um.” I nodded, "Very suitable." All day long, I was daydreaming and unable to concentrate. At around 3pm, my colleague ordered milk tea. When the deliveryman entered the room, I suddenly stood up: "Giang Chi?!"