It fell from his fingertips

With warm fingertips wiping away her tears, Tang Luoqing blinked, raised her hand, and tried to wipe away the other tear, but her wrist was grabbed by Zhou Jinbai.

Zhou Jinbai stood in front of Tang Luoqing, bending down to look at the girl before him. He then wiped away her other tear with his fingertip and asked in a low voice, "Do you need my shoulder?"

Tang Luoqing shook her head: "I want to drink."

I've heard people say that when you're heartbroken, you should drown your sorrows in alcohol, either by getting completely drunk or by having a good cry to release your emotions. The next day, you'll feel better when you wake up.

Tang Luoqing wanted to give it a try.

Zhou Jinbai frowned slightly: "Drinking?"

A dozen minutes later, Tang Luoqing sat by the French windows, looking at the moonlight outside, picked up the opened bottle of wine, tilted her head back, and took a big gulp.

People who don't usually drink alcohol are likely to choke when they drink it for the first time, even if it's a low-alcohol beverage like beer.

Tang Luoqing coughed several times before recovering, then picked up the wine and continued drinking.

This time, I got more and more skilled at drinking it.

After finishing the entire bottle, a feeling of dizziness gradually crept in. Tang Luoqing felt double images appearing in front of her, and in a daze, the double images turned into Zhou Yanchen's appearance.

Feeling wronged, she raised her finger and pointed at the man beside her, her voice choked with sobs as she accused, "Zhou Yanchen, how could you do this? Why did you love me so much before, but now, now..."

Tang Luoqing was too heartbroken to continue speaking. She frowned deeply, then leaned in and bit the other person's neck.

With a muffled groan, a faint smell of blood mixed with alcohol wafted over. Tang Luoqing released her mouth, stepped back, and looked even more aggrieved: "I always thought you would love me like Dad loved Mom. Why, I... I... I'm really so sad, do you know that?"

The man opposite her pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back, his deep voice saying, "I know, there will be someone else who loves you well. Don't lose faith in love, okay?"

Tang Luoqing tried to push away the man who was hugging her, but she couldn't. She was both angry and sad. Then, when she looked up, she found that Zhou Yanchen in front of her had changed his face again.

"You, you're so good-looking."

Tang Luoqing tilted her head, looking left and right.

Strangely enough, she was praising the man, so why was he unhappy?

Even though Tang Luoqing in his arms was extremely sad and upset, to the point of biting him, Zhou Jinbai still praised Zhou Yanchen for being handsome. The man's eyes were deep, but he couldn't argue with a drunk person.

Moreover, people's thoughts are most genuine when they are drunk. Perhaps, even though Zhou Yanchen hurt Tang Luoqing so much, she still...

Before she could even begin to think of anything else, her lips were suddenly sealed by Tang Luoqing's soft lips.

Zhou Jinbai frowned even more deeply and pushed Tang Luoqing away, but the other woman pouted and tried to get closer again.

Zhou Jinbai had no choice but to grip Tang Luoqing's neck, his voice low and hoarse, his gaze icy: "Tang Luoqing, look carefully, who am I?"

Tang Luoqing felt even more dizzy now, and found the man in front of her even more handsome. Her heart was pounding, and she didn't know if it was the effect of the alcohol or something else.

Upon hearing this question, she tilted her head and began to think seriously.

After a long pause, as if suddenly remembering something, a faint smile appeared on her lips: "Zhou Jinbai, you are... Zhou Jinbai?"

"You're so beautiful, I... um..."

Before she could finish speaking, Tang Luoqing's lips were sealed by the man's soft lips.

Something tried to pry open her teeth, and then a soft touch spread across the tip of her tongue.

Tang Luoqing unconsciously gripped the shirt of the man embracing her. In her dizziness, he grabbed her hand and placed it on the back of his neck, making their embrace even tighter.

Short, guttural sobs echoed in her throat. Tang Luoqing groggily opened her eyes, meeting Zhou Jinbai's deep, unfocused gaze. She closed her eyes again, her chest aching, barely able to breathe. The man slowly released her, his voice hoarse and barely audible: "Can't you breathe?"

Tang Luoqing blinked blankly, then was kissed again.

When I regained consciousness, it was the middle of the night.

It was dark outside the window, with only a faint moonlight shining into the bedroom, making it barely possible to see some things.

Tang Luoqing had a splitting headache, and belatedly realized that she had been drinking alcohol.

She has never been a heavy drinker and almost never drinks alcohol. She had hoped to vent her emotions through drinking, but...

Memories of the time before she fell asleep from being drunk suddenly surged through her mind, and Tang Luoqing awkwardly pulled the blanket over her face.

After a while, she finally threw back the covers, turned on the bedside lamp, and was about to pick up her phone to check the time when she saw a thermos on the bedside table with a note underneath. It read: "If you have a headache, drink some honey water. There's an urgent matter at the branch office, and I have to go. I'll try to be back tomorrow night. Wait for me; we'll have a good talk."

Tang Luoqing: "..."

Zhou Jinbai is gone?

He even said he wanted to come back and have a serious talk with her?

What should they talk about? Should they talk about how she bit his neck last night? Or should they talk about him... initiating a kiss?

Strange, why would she...?

Only now did Tang Luoqing have to admit that, without knowing when it started, she seemed to have fallen for Zhou Jinbai.

Perhaps it was that evening by the sea when he reached out his hand to her when she was sad and said he would take her to see Grandpa Lu's paintings.

Or perhaps, she was soaked by the downpour and fainted in his arms.

Or perhaps, last night, she suddenly wanted to kiss her.

But Tang Luoqing knew that she had fallen in love with Zhou Jinbai, but she had never admitted it before.

However, she cannot like Zhou Jinbai, who is Zhou Yanchen's older brother and another son of Zhou's parents.

It's better to cut your losses now before things get too deep.

Moreover, who can guarantee that Zhou Jinbai won't become the second Zhou Yanchen a year or more later?

That night, Tang Luoqing suffered from complete insomnia, and it wasn't until after six o'clock the next day that she finally managed to fall asleep again.

Tang Luoqing slept until noon. After waking up, she hurriedly poured cat food for Naitang, but she herself didn't have much of an appetite.

The beer bottles and other debris on the balcony had probably been cleaned up by Zhou Jinbai, and a new breakfast had been placed on the dining table, which Zhou Jinbai had probably prepared before leaving.

Tang Luoqing ate without tasting anything, resting her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

In the afternoon, she was still a little dizzy, so she didn't paint and instead took a walk around the neighborhood with her milk candy.

For dinner, Tang Luoqing made frozen dumplings. I ate a few but didn't have much of an appetite.

Because all she could think about was how she could prove to Zhou Jinbai that what happened last night was an accident when he arrived.

"Knock knock knock~" The knocking sounded, and Tang Luoqing's breath hitched.

She took a deep breath, walked to the door, and saw that the person standing outside, as displayed on the video door lock, was Zhou Jinbai. She opened the door, but before she could speak, he pulled her into his arms, and his soft lips pressed against hers.