She Really Hates

Meng Xi looked at this side motionlessly. Song Zhiyi put the phone back in his pocket and walked over to pull her.

"Are you up?"

"Huh? No, no, no..." Meng Xi made a coquettish denial from her nose, pushed her hand away, and stared at her for a while, very puzzled, "When did you learn to learn shadow and body? "

It looks like everyone is double-imaged... How can you drink so much? Song Zhiyi sighed inwardly.

She is a little shorter than Meng Xi, and she is not too strong, otherwise she would just pick up the person at this time, instead of just squatting down to make sense.

"Isn't it uncomfortable to sit here?" Song Zhiyi picked up her hair soaked in water and used a tissue to absorb some of the moisture, "My hair is also wet."

Although it's only the bottom half, it shouldn't catch a cold, but the water in this fountain still doesn't know how clean it is...

Meng Xi was a little aggrieved: "There is no other place to sit here."

Song Zhiyi followed her and said, "Yes, it's really inconvenient. Let's change places then."

"Where?"

"go…"

Song Zhiyi hesitated.

The Meng family is too far away, and she doesn't know where Meng Xi lives now. The most convenient, of course, is to get a room in a nearby hotel, or... take her home?

The waiter who brought Song Zhiyi over saw her embarrassed, and said in a timely manner, "Mr. Meng has reserved a room upstairs with us."

Song Zhiyi thanked him.

Since Meng Xi had made arrangements before, Song Zhiyi saved her time in making choices and coaxed her to stand up and continue walking.

Meng Xi was staggeringly half-supported and half-held by her for a while, and suddenly sighed: "Alas... tired. I'm still a little hungry."

She grabbed Song Zhiyi's clothes and didn't leave.

Song Zhiyi was helpless: "There's only a little way to go. When I get to the room, I'll call the room service to bring you a meal."

"No, I have Doraemon Zhu."

Meng Xi took out her mobile phone, dialed the speed dial, and moved smoothly without leaving any chance for others to stop her. Facing the connected phone, she used a deep tone to frighten the other person, "Don't sleep, get up and go to work! ... Ah? What? Drunk, do I sound like I'm drunk?"

She turned her head and asked Song Zhiyi in confusion, "Am I drunk?"

"…"

Song Zhiyi could only smile, "Do you think you are drunk?"

"I don't think so." Meng Xi answered affirmatively in seconds, and said to the poor social animal on the other end of the phone, "Don't talk nonsense! Order me a takeaway, I want to eat the pagoda meat from the Jintang Hotel..."

Meng Xi tortured his assistant over the phone for a while, satisfied and finally willing to leave.

Song Zhiyi escorted her to the room. After a short walk, she was in various situations. After entering the door, she insisted on not closing the door, saying that she would wait for the take-out.

Song Zhiyi couldn't beat her, so she could only toss with her mind.

Fortunately, as soon as Meng Xi touched the bed, he flopped down softly and fell silent.

Song Zhiyi was sweating a little because of her trouble. She took off her coat and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. She twisted a towel with warm water. When she came out, Meng Xi had already closed her eyes.

When she is awake, she has a lively demeanor, her delicate eyebrows are particularly flamboyant, and when she smiles slightly, it is like a bright pearl shining brightly.

Song Zhiyi sat on the edge of the bed, watching her peacefully sleeping, brushed the strands of hair that fell on her face.

Her fair cheeks were dyed crimson because of the alcohol, Song Zhiyi wiped her face with a towel, afraid of waking her up, so she put it lightly on her hands.

But Meng Xi still mumbled something and opened his eyes in a daze.

Song Zhiyi met her somewhat confused eyes and said softly, "It's alright, you can go to sleep."

Meng Xi shook his head and asked in confusion, "...Why are you here?"

"Didn't you call me?"

"Oh…"

Is this sober, or still drunk? Song Zhiyi quickly determined that it was the latter - Meng Xi rolled to the side, then watched her pat the mattress.

Song Zhiyi laughed: "...Thank you, just lie down, I don't need it."

She refused, and Meng Xi didn't say anything, but slowly returned to her original position.

Song Zhiyi thought she had given up, and as soon as she breathed a sigh of relief, Meng Xi stretched out her hand, raised her upper body slightly, and hugged her shoulders—

Song Zhiyi was unprepared, and when she pulled her, her center of gravity became unstable, and the two fell backwards on the bed.

She couldn't react for a while, but the prankster got up nimbly, straddled her, and pressed her to make a victory declaration: "Aha! I got it."

"Meng Xi!"

The mattress is very soft, so soft that the body sags, and it doesn't hurt to fall on it, but it's not less frightening.

What's worse is the current situation, Song Zhiyi was lying on his back on the bed, feeling the heavy weight on his legs, he reached out his hand to hold Meng Xi who was about to bend over, raised his voice unconsciously, a rare gaffe: "Stop making trouble, get up. "

Her wrist was caught.

"No trouble..."

Meng Xi spoke vaguely and seriously.

Perhaps it was because she had been drinking, her hands were very hot, and her delicate fingertips dipped into her sleeves, imprinting a distinct touch on Song Zhiyi's cool arm.

"Does it hurt?"

"…"

Song Zhiyi knew what she was talking about.

But that was many years ago. She has a physique that is not easy to leave scars. Now the scars are light and almost invisible. The darker ones are usually covered with concealer, and they can't be seen in sleeveless clothes.

"It's all right now."

She answered helplessly. Perhaps sensing the softening of her attitude, Meng Xi rushed down and buried her face in her shoulder.

"...you get up first, okay?"

"Do not."

Meng Xi's voice sounded a bit arrogant and a bit coquettish.

It was the first time Song Zhiyi met someone who was so noisy after being drunk, and felt a little headache. The tip of her nose was filled with the breath of the other party, which kept disturbing her thoughts.

"sorry…"

Meng Xi suddenly rubbed her shoulder and said softly, "I didn't know it was that important... Fortunately, you didn't give up..."

Song Zhiyi didn't understand, and she didn't think there was anything Meng Xi needed to apologize to her.

She was still thinking about how to get Meng Xi to lie down and sleep, when she heard a voice in her ear saying, "You don't know how much I admire you..."

admire?

The word is so unfamiliar. Song Zhiyi thought about how Meng Xi would treat her countless times. In addition to hostility and disgust, there might also be love and affection due to sympathy, and friendship that existed for a short time...

But it has nothing to do with words like admiration.

Song Zhiyi was silent for a moment, put her on her shoulder, and said softly, "What do you admire? Who do you think I am?"

The words were indifferent, but Meng Xi intuitively sensed a subtle danger, and suddenly agitated, propped up his upper body.

The ambiguous and gentle light of the bedside lamp filled the room. She looked down with her back to the light, blinked twice, and said slowly, "Yes, it's my little princess, beautiful and hardworking."

"…"

Song Zhiyi suspected that she had sobered up and was playing with her.

She had just returned from traveling abroad, but she was exhausted at the moment, and she couldn't cope with this drunk. She pushed Meng Xi and said, "Okay, why don't you get up? I'm going back to rest too."

Meng Xi said, "So late, are you going back alone?"

Song Zhiyi was afraid that she would insist on sending her for a ride, so she denied it: "Someone sent me." In fact, she planned to book a room here for one night.

"Boy friend?"

Meng Xi asked reluctantly.

It was difficult for Song Zhiyi to keep up with her jumping thoughts, so she could only ask a question and answer: "No, it's the driver."

"Then your boyfriend is really incompetent, let's dump him."

"...Where did you hear that I have a boyfriend?"

"do not have it?"

"Yeah, no."

"Oh..." Meng Xi suddenly leaned over and quickly parted with a touch, "You didn't put on lip gloss today, it's not fruity."

"…"

She moved so fast that Song Zhiyi didn't realize what just happened for a long time.

"...Meng Xi."

Do you know what you are doing?

Song Zhiyi looked at her, and saw the misty drunkenness in her usual bright eyes.

The slightly curly long hair fell from his shoulders, and the wet tips fell on Song Zhiyi's chest.

Her lips were pressed, and her thin white fingertips sank into the soft lips as if to explore.

Song Zhiyi clenched his teeth, like a silent rejection.

"Don't bite?"

Meng Xi's eyes changed from a little curiosity to disappointment. She moved her fingers, and the pulp of her fingers was still stained with wet marks.

Song Zhiyi was slightly uncomfortable with her attitude... She can't go on like this anymore, she's just drunk.

"you…"

She took a deep breath and just opened her mouth, but Meng Xi turned her face.

She kissed.

Unlike the kiss just now, this time it was obviously aggressive.

The soft lips came over, the lower lip was bitten, and with a heavy blow, when Song Zhiyi opened his mouth in pain, the hot and humid breath almost penetrated forcefully.

Meng Xi held her face and forced her to raise her head, her fair neck was tensed, and when her hair swept through, it brought fine tingling.

...heavy wine flavor.

Song Zhiyi didn't like wine.

Consuming too much alcohol will affect the stability of the hand, but when it comes to socializing, most people will only persuade them to drink, and it takes a lot of thought to avoid them.

She also doesn't like perfume.

Especially the one that Meng Xi uses today is very similar to the one used by Ye Lan, her mother. And this fragrance brings pain every time.

But when these two nasty smells were mixed together, they seemed to have a wonderful chemical reaction when they were tossing between their lips and teeth.

The strong fragrance took her breath away, dragging her into an intoxicated dream in this ambiguous light.

Meng Xi's other hand squeezed in from behind her waist, held her back up, and pushed her knees against her legs.

The pose is so intimate that almost every inch is stuck together. Song Zhiyi felt his trembling, not because of the cold, but another kind of feeling that started to heat up from the inside of his body, as if it was about to burn.

"what…"

The lips parted for a moment, she took a breath, and was immediately pressed down more and more deeply, not to mention the breath, even the soul was taken away...

"Tuk Tuk Tuk".

The knock on the door made Song Zhiyi suddenly wake up.

"Boss, are you there?" the visitor shouted twice, "I'm here to deliver food for you, although it's not from Jintang Hotel... eh."

That's too late.

Although Song Zhiyi pushed Meng Xi away, he had already walked in.

"this…"

Xiao Zhu, who was carrying the takeaway box, was stunned, realizing what happened to him, he began to sweat coldly, and was extremely regretful-why was he so stupid, and he had to work overtime without complaining during this time? !

"Haha," he laughed dryly, "Excuse me, I'll..."

"She's drunk."

Song Zhiyi interrupted him very quickly, and glanced aside, Meng Xi was pushed by her, and she was holding her head a little dazedly, and sat up from the bed.

…yes, she was drunk.

"What just happened was a misunderstanding."

Song Zhiyi maintained her calm on the surface, only she knew that, in fact, she couldn't even say a complete sentence in a chaotic manner, "You take care of her... I'll go first."

She escaped from here.

The author has something to say: The next day, Mr. Meng was cut off.

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I worked **** qwq but I couldn't write 1w, I will try to get more tomorrow, but it should be updated at night~

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