He was forced to lean against Zhou Jinye's chest and was hugged tightly from behind.
Zhou Jinye pulled out a hand, pushed the door gently, and the door of the room closed again.
This hugging posture brought him closer to Lin Juexiao. Zhou Jinye was very satisfied. He bent down and said in a loud voice, "I'm not sick, so I don't need to take medicine."
Lin Juexiao knew that Zhou Jinye was strong and had given up resistance. He just stretched out his hand from time to time and pushed Zhou Jinye's sticky head away. He tried his best to keep patiently coaxing Zhou Jinye: "You're not sick, but you're drunk, do you know?
" Vomiting ?"
Zhou Jinye shook his head decisively: "I don't want to."
"Are you dizzy?"
"..."
Zhou Jinye was silent for a while, and asked himself that his head was indeed a little dizzy, and the degree of dizziness was probably the same as when he just got off the big 360-degree pendulum in the playground.
But as if he said dizzy, the man in his arms was about to leave.
So Zhou Jinye shook his head again, and said firmly, "No dizzy." As soon as he finished speaking
, his face suddenly turned pale.
Originally, it was just a little dizzy, but the frequency of shaking my head just now was too high, and it became very dizzy.
Also, the stomach, which had no feeling at first, now felt dizzy.
Zhou Jinye suddenly let go of the arm that was holding Lin Juexiao, ran towards the bathroom, and vomited up dinner tonight.
Lin Juexiao's temple throbbed a few times, and he couldn't help but scolded "little bastard", but he was not angry.
He worked tirelessly to get a bottle of mineral water. He felt that the kettle in the hotel was a little dirty, and he couldn't boil hot water, so he could only make do with cold water for a while.
By the time he entered the bathroom, Zhou Jinye had already vomited and was washing his face on the sink.
Zhou Jinye hadn't drank much, but he seemed to be sober after spitting up, his lips were white, but his eyes were not as ignorant as before, but bright and clear.
He washed his face, drops of water rolled down his clear cheeks, Zhou Jinye lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Hearing the movement behind him, he turned around.
Zhou Jinye remembered what he had done. He is not particularly sober now, but he can still distinguish right from wrong.
Seeing Lin Juexiao, he subconsciously took a few steps back: "Jue... Brother Juexiao."
Lin Juexiao sighed, and again, every time he was angry with Zhou Jinye, he only took half of his anger. , and died down.
He took a few steps forward, unscrewed the mineral water bottle and handed it to Zhou Jinye, his tone was much gentler and stiffer than before: "Drink a mouthful of water."
Zhou Jinye's fingers trembled slightly, and he barely caught the water bottle that Lin Juexiao handed over.
When drinking water, he didn't dare to make too much noise, raised his head slightly, and swallowed carefully one by one. Now he seems to be obedient and sensible in front of Lin Juexiao.
