After the Big Guy Wears the Abusive Text

The skin that was hotter than the sultry air outside made her tremble slightly, and a smell of alcohol came on her face, Ye Youqing hurriedly closed the door with her backhand.

"Why are you drinking again?" Ye Youqing frowned and looked out the window, "This ten miles, don't teach good ones, teach some bad ones."

"Does it hurt?" Ye Youqing sighed, looking at the blush of the woman's palm being hit by the ground.

"Where does it hurt?" Ye Youqing asked, and then went to touch the Chinese medicinal wine on the side of the cabinet, only to see the woman stretched out her index finger and pointed to her chest.

Ye Youqing stopped.

Ye Youqing was almost pushed down by her, so she could only put her hands on the ground and watch her get up.

"Not good." Ci Ke raised her eyes to look at her, the candlelight reflected a sparkling reflection in her eyes, and she suddenly put her hands on Ye Youqing's shoulders and leaned closer.

The fragrance of the powder is good, but it makes people dizzy.

She stared at Ye Youqing's eyes tightly, as if longing to be embraced by her and feel the numbness and peace of mind.

Like an addiction.

"Fortunately we are women." Ci Ke said suddenly, his voice drifting nine days away, ethereal.

"What?" Ye Youqing asked, her body stiffened.

"This way I can get close to you logically." Ci Ke whispered and let out a chuckle, her cheek was no more than half an inch away from Ye Youqing, she only needed to move forward slightly to meet her lips.

The lips were gently pressed, and it was indescribably charming.

It's heart-pounding without makeup.

"Ye Youqing, don't you think I'm bad?" Cike's feet were vain, and he slid down Ye Youqing's body, Ye Youqing hurriedly helped her stabilize.

"What nonsense." Ye Youqing said in a low voice, pushing her hard into the chair, "Wait, I'll cook you sober soup."

"I don't want to sober up." Ci Ke grabbed her with great strength, Ye Youqing felt unsteady and was pulled down by her.

"I'm not talking nonsense." Ci Ke snorted lightly, took a piece of ice from the plate with ice cubes on the table and put it in his mouth to suppress his dizziness.

The ice cubes slid across her lips, imprinting little crystal water marks.

Ye Youqing looked away and said patiently, "I don't think you are bad."

She only felt that every time Cike climbed up in the mud with tenacity, she was wearing this little fox-like pure and charming face, and her scheming appearance was very distressing.

Ci Ke raised his eyes, his eyes dark and unclear.

She suddenly wrinkled the tip of her nose, put her hand on her cheek, and lowered her head.

"What's wrong?" Ye Youqing asked hurriedly.

Ci Ke's shoulders were shaking, and he was breathing evenly and quickly. Ye Youqing was afraid that something would happen to her, so he grabbed her pointed chin and raised her face.

"Open your mouth." Ye Youqing said, Cike's eyes blinked and opened obediently.

The ice cubes had turned into water, her lips were cold to the touch, Ye Youqing pressed her lips to expose the carious tooth.

Sure enough, I haven't seen it in January, and it's even more serious.

"I said eat less sweets, why don't you listen." Ye Youqing shook her head, and when she was about to withdraw her hand, her eyes fell on her slightly parted lips, reminding her of The best strawberry candy ever.

It's like a fudge sprinkled with crystal icing, soft and elastic.

Ye Youqing felt that her breathing was uneven, so she quickly released her hand, pushed the chair away, and got up. The sound of the wooden chair legs scratching against the ground was harsh, and she immediately woke up.

"I'm going to ask for sober soup." Ye Youqing said, stretched out his hand to open the door, and quickly disappeared into the hot night wind.

Ci Ke was still sitting on the spot, watching Ye Youqing's back leave, his eyes gradually focused, and then he supported his forehead with clenched fists.

Over there, Ye Youqing ran all the way to the kitchen, pulled the wife on duty to boil a pot of sober soup, and stood at the door with the soup for half a moment, until the soup was no longer boiling , and then dare to push the door to enter.

There is still a faint fragrance of wine in the house, but Cike is nowhere to be seen.

In the middle of the night, a drunk woman should not have any accidents.

Fortunately, just as she stepped out of the door, she heard a raving sound coming from the inner room, she was relieved, retracted her foot, and closed the door.

"Ci Ke?" She strode around the screen and saw the woman climbed onto her bed at some point, curled up into a small ball and fell asleep under the quilt .

"Ci Ke?" She lowered her voice and walked over lightly, very helpless, "Drink the soup before going to sleep, or you will be dizzy tomorrow."

Ci Ke shook her shoulders and ignored her.

"Obey." Ye Youqing's tone was calm, she removed the thin quilt covering Ci Ke's face, the candlelight illuminated her face, Ci Ke turned around, and only then did her eyes half-open , cover it with your hands, only showing one eye.

Ci Ke looked at her and suddenly stretched out his hands.

It is a gesture of prayer for a hug.

Some words can only be said through wine, and some actions can only be done through wine.

"Ye Youqing." She called her name again, her voice surprisingly soft.

How could Ye Youqing stand her like this? She only felt that her heart was sticking. The lotus arm wraps around the neck.

Ye Youqing felt that she could only sigh now, she closed her eyes, put one arm around the woman's waist, and crossed her knee with the other, and with light force, she hugged the person horizontally, Get out of the inner room.

"You will never reject me." Ci Ke said in her ear, aggrieved.

Ci Ke swayed his legs, broke free from her arms, staggered back to the table, and only stood firm against the wooden table.

Ye Youqing retracted her outstretched hand, not knowing what to say.

She was in a mess, everything was perfect, she was as calm as usual, but now she was disturbed by Cike.

For the first time, she couldn't control what was beating in her chest.

"You don't want to marry him." Cike cried like a child, twitching and hugging, covering his eyes with his arms, but could not stop the crackling tears rolling down his cheeks .

"You will be killed by them." Ci Ke whimpered, "I don't want you to be like an aunt."

The woman cried sincerely, as if choked, kept choking, and squatted down slowly, hugging her knees.

"I have nothing left, Ye Youqing." She buried her face in her arms, "I want you to live."

Ye Youqing's eyes were sour, she hurriedly knelt in front of her and patted her shoulder: "Don't be afraid, I won't die, and I won't marry any Wei Yanei."

Ci Ke raised his head, blushing: "Really?"

It turned out that she had been sad about her marriage contract, Ye Youqing blinked, squeezed out the sourness in her eyes, and said warmly, "Really."

"He doesn't deserve you." Ci Ke kept sniffing, reaching out and pulling Ye Youqing's sleeve.

"Yes." Ye Youqing replied.

"Don't cry." Ye Youqing smiled helplessly, and Ci Ke didn't know how many times she cried in front of her, but she couldn't remember how she smiled.

And she clearly remembered that in the original owner's memory fragment, even if Ci Ke was bullied like that, she would only endure with red eyes.

But the Cike she saw was different.

Ye Youqing kept a half-squat position, raised his hand to touch the hangover soup from the table, put it into Cike's hand, and raised his chin at her.

Ci Ke retracted his gaze at Ye Youqing, picked up a bowl bigger than her face, and drank it clean.

"Okay, go and rest." Ye Youqing looked up at the moonlight, "You can only rest here tonight."

Ci Ke didn't speak, handed the bowl back to her, then got up, wiped the tears off his face, and his mind that was chaotic because of the wine finally became clearer.

The cheeks that have been crying are much moisturised, especially the red lips, which are much more vivid than usual.

When Ye Youqing called for something to wash, she asked the maid to get an extra quilt and made a floor next to the bed. This time, she planned to let Ci Ke sleep on the bed, and She herself doesn't like things like couch, so she can't stretch her legs when she falls asleep.

Seeing that the woman finished wiping her face and hesitated while standing beside the bed, Ye Youqing asked, "Huh?"

Ci Ke shook his head gently, turned his back, took off his coat, revealing a smooth back, the pale pink underwear could not cover his arms, only some other skin .

Ye Youqing suddenly felt uncomfortable, lowered her head and sorted out the already very flat floor, rolled it up repeatedly, and laid it.

The coat fell to the ground, Cike did not pick it up, but untied the hair silk and got into the quilt.

The white ankle flashed past, and then submerged in the thin quilt embroidered with flowers and birds.

Ye Youqing pinched herself, holding back her erratic thoughts, and then reached out to help Ci Ke pick up the coat, the summer clothes are very thin, the pink satin, flowing and smooth like water .

It was also stained with Cike's body temperature and aroma.

What's the matter with herself, Ye Youqing endured the strangeness in her heart, folded her coat, and put Ci Ke on the foot of the bed.

"Sleep," she said, then blew out the candle, and the room fell into darkness.

In a trance, it seems that someone has fallen to the ground.

Ye Youqing wanted to move subconsciously, but heard a shallow, low-pitched plea from the woman behind her.

"Just one night, don't drive me away."