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We are looking for a designated driver to take us home.
Xiao Minxing seems to be really drunk, not saying a word the whole way, resting his head on me, breathing heavily, as if he has fallen asleep.
When we arrived at the front door, the driver was worried I couldn't support him. Just as he was about to help me, Xiao Minxing suddenly straightened up from his seat and staggered inside.
By the time I caught up with him, he had already collapsed onto the sofa in the living room.
Looking at how drunk he was, it was actually a bit pitiful. For some reason, I always felt that he only got drunk when he was sad or upset, just like today. He must be angry with me today, right?
But instead of lashing out at me like usual and tormenting me, he punished himself by getting drunk, which made me feel even more uneasy.
I took a towel to wipe his face, and when I went to wipe his hands, he suddenly grabbed my wrist.
His palm was very warm, with an unfamiliar heat that burned my heart and caused a stinging pain.
"You are so stupid. Do you even know what kind of person he is? You dare to get close to him?" Xiao Minxing said. His words were slurred but filled with hatred, and his grip on my hand tightened.
When his eyes opened again, there were hints of red in them, frighteningly intense.
"Su Qian, a well-known rich second generation in Haicheng, surrounded by beautiful women. He has studied psychology for a few years and knows how to exploit women's weaknesses, almost playing with all women at his fingertips. You actually got close to him; you stupid woman, I really want to strangle you."
He said the last few words through gritted teeth and nearly broke my wrist. I couldn't imagine if it were my neck in his hands; would I still be alive?
I truly didn't understand Su Qian and never intended to get to know him because I never thought about getting close to him. Besides, he had known Mina for so many years, and Mina never introduced him to me; she must have considered his background.
If it weren't for my curiosity about Lu Yishan and fearing I wouldn't have another chance to meet him, now it seems fine with Su Qian; instead, it led to Xiao Minxing misunderstanding me.
Looking at the man half-lying on the sofa, filled with rage and resentment, I felt mixed emotions and tried to say to him: "You’re drunk; let me make you some hangover soup."
"I won't drink it. The soup you made is disgusting; it makes me want to throw up."
He talked more when he was drunk than when he was sober, and he kept holding my hand tightly. Besides what I could clearly hear, he mumbled some things I couldn't quite make out.
I couldn't leave, so I just sat there with him until he fell asleep, then I finally pulled my hand out of his grasp.
I went upstairs to get him a blanket and covered him with it. Still feeling uneasy, I took another blanket for myself and sat beside him.
Perhaps too much had happened during the day, and my brain was overloaded because I quickly fell asleep. In my dreams, it seemed like someone was calling my name, telling me not to go.
I reached out my hand to grab the person, but I could never catch hold of them, leaving me feeling lost and repeatedly remembering that voice in my heart.
It felt somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. Since I couldn't see their face, I never knew who that person was. When I woke up, my chest felt tight as if I had unknowingly missed something important.
Opening my eyes, I saw myself lying diagonally on the sofa, one leg hanging off the edge and already feeling sore. Xiao Minxing was lying next to me with our heads touching, and the blanket on him had slipped to the floor.
He was sleeping soundly, completely unaware. His thick black eyebrows slanted towards his temples, and his eyelashes curled down like a row of delicate arches resting on his lower eyelids.
His nose was high and handsome in a way I rarely saw, but his lips were overly thin, giving off an impression of coldness and indifference.
Tiny beads of sweat dotted his nose and forehead, glistening under the light.
He clutched a corner of his clothing tightly, just like how he had held my hand earlier; even his knuckles turned white from the pressure as he refused to relax even a little.
I tucked the blanket around him again. It was already past two in the morning, but lying on the sofa was uncomfortable enough that even my back hurt. He must be very uncomfortable sleeping like this too.
After thinking it over, I decided to wring out a towel to wipe his sweat and poured a glass of cold water to place on the coffee table before starting to call him.
It was actually quite awkward because I rarely called his name, so it felt a bit strange. After trying a few times, I softly called out, "Xiao Minxing, wake up. Let's go to the room and sleep; you'll have back pain if you stay here until tomorrow."
He didn't move.
I had to call him again and gently pushed him.
This time he opened his eyes, but quickly grabbed my hand, his voice hoarse and urgent: "Qiu Yuhan, don't go. You can't leave."
My heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand; it wasn't painful, but it felt strange.
I didn't understand what he meant, but he was calling my name and asking me not to leave. This was real; was he afraid I would leave?
I placed my hand over his and softly said, "I won't leave."
He stared at me blankly for a moment, then suddenly smiled, the joy spreading across his entire face, even his eyebrows were curved, and his neat white teeth were visible.
But in the next second, his eyes squinted again as he seemed to drift back to sleep.
I struggled hard to wake him up again and then poured some cold water down his throat until he finally became a bit more alert.
The awakened Xiao Minxing was always more troublesome; he looked at me with disdain, pushed my hand away from where I was supporting him, and muttered, "Dirty."
Then he walked upstairs by himself.
I stood there dazed at the bottom of the stairs, watching his figure disappear around the corner for a long time, unable to shake off the emotions he had stirred in me.
What kind of person is he? Why is there such a big difference between him when he's drunk and when he's sober?
Which one is the more real version of him?
The next morning, Xiao Minxing woke up earlier than I did. By the time I went downstairs, he was already sitting in the living room watching the morning news.
His complexion was a bit pale, his hair was messy, and he was wearing a lead-gray t-shirt with matching sweatpants.
He ignored me, and I didn't want to disturb him, so I went into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.
During the meal, there was zero communication between us.
However, after we finished eating, he simply asked me, "Didn't you want to study a while ago?"
His abrupt question caught me off guard, and I stared at him for a while without responding.
He quickly rolled his eyes at me and said through gritted teeth, "Talking to someone like you could drive a person crazy."
I felt helpless and thought he was just trying to provoke me, so I ignored him and went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes while he went upstairs.
When he came down again, he had changed into different clothes and had tidied up his hair and face. Then he said to me, "Change your clothes and let's go out."
Because of what happened yesterday, I just wanted to stay home today and had no intention of going out. So seeing that his tone wasn't too cold, I softly said, "I'm a bit tired; why don't you go by yourself...?"
Immediately, his expression darkened, and his eyebrows furrowed together.
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