Sister, I'm Sorry (MTL) [COMPLETED]

43. I tried hard, but didn't catch up

Sophomore year, the first weekend of the fall semester.

In the past year, they have been to many Qing bars, except that the atmosphere is more intense, which is no different from the cold drink shop.

Today, the feasting and feasting broke the silence and darkness. In the smoky noise, the rich woman, Xiao Fan, who pretended to be a nightclub coffee, took out the VIP card she borrowed from a friend, booked a card seat at a famous bar on the edge of the CBD, and brought her sisters with her. Enter the fun-filled playground, euphemistically called a night full of adult desires.

I don't know if the desire is full or not, this group of people is really hypocritical.

In addition to the deck set, Fan Shishi and Xiang Yue ordered gin and martini, Ying Zhen ordered an alcoholic mojito, and Shu Yun held her standard fruity soda, watching the three of them After licking a little bit of alcohol, he began to cry and howl with snot and tears.

"Without CP, I can't live."

"I'm going to fly to the United States to rob senior Yannan back."

Fan Shishi drank gin and beer, and burped a strange wine: "Hiccup... woo woo woo, I made a sound of missing Senior Yan Nan."

Ying Zhen leaned on Shu Yun's shoulder, holding a glass of clean Mojito, but he was as if he had drunk half a catty of Erguotou:

"Ah, senior Yan Nan is gone, and I seem to have lost my love."

Shu Yun: "The recording has been sent to the seniors of the Tang Dynasty."

"do not!"

Shu Yun calmly straightened his back so that Ying Zhen could lean on.

Her gaze crossed the scattered seats in front of her, watching the dazzling spirits swinging passionately on the dance floor, and the music with a strong sense of rhythm resonated in her chest.

The smell of alcohol diffused in the air was pervasive, and Shu Yun suddenly felt that soda water was particularly tasteless, so he inserted a straw into Yingzhen's wine glass and took a sip.

She was not drunk, but her mind was in a trance, and she vaguely remembered the last drinking experience.

It was almost two months ago.

......

The evening of July 18th.

The master bedroom is dimly lit, with a large bed lying in it, the smooth and flat sheets sag slightly toward the center, gradually deformed and wrinkled, and the messiest part is covered by a thin silk air conditioner.

Limbs pressed against each other, breathing intertwined.

Yan Nan said in a hoarse voice, "Customer Shu Yun, this is the last service this year."

Compared to the last time, Wen Cun on the same bed, his strength was a bit stronger, but he could see that he was not very interested, and he had no plans to go further.

Shu Yun offered to help him, but he rubbed her lips little by little with his fingertips, and said no to her with pity, and then helped her put on her clothes tightly.

When Shu Yun fell into a drowsy sleep, he was still lying flat beside him, breathing light and evenly long.

When she woke up in the morning, she rubbed her slightly swollen eyes, climbed out of bed and walked to the living room. The huge apartment was empty and there was no one else around.

A note paper and two A4 sheets were placed on the dining table.

[Breakfast is in the microwave, I have to go back to Beijing in a hurry.