It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 217

One hand went around her waist from behind, and directly pressed the person into his arms. With a push, the two of them got up at the same time.

But Qiao Yue's feet were off the ground.

Qiao Yue: "??"

Believe it or not, I'll give you a hammer? ?
Feet off the ground is not the highest level, Qiao Yue was originally close to the handrail of the stairs, but he picked her up, turned half a circle by the way, and was pushed against the wall.

What Mary Sue script is this from?

Qiao Yue has been tormented by a new idol drama recently. It's not that she is chasing after it, and in the software she opens, a recommendation page will pop up from time to time.

What's more, in the circle of friends, the screen was swiped.

The image of the male lead holding the female lead in circles with one hand is as touching as she is being picked up by an alcoholic who has drunk fake alcohol and spun half a circle.

"Shen Zheyi." Qiao Yue is now very sure that what he drank was definitely fake wine.

"Huh?" The tone of the laziness rose slightly.

"What do you want?" she asked nicely.

Hearing this, Shen Zheyi's blurred eyes slipped from her eyes to the bridge of her nose, the small nose, and then landed on her rosy lips.

"I want to kiss you." He leaned on the wall with one hand, lowered his head, his voice was hoarse, and all his breath sprayed on Qiao Yue's neck.

The smell of the girl's perfume stimulated his sense of smell and nerves.

Qiao Yue actually hated this kind of impulsive boy who would mess with him when he was drunk.

She didn't touch a drop of wine tonight, but she seemed to be infected by his lingering drunkenness.

"Shen Zheyi, just because you're drunk doesn't mean you can stop being a human being." Qiao Yue replied calmly.

As a result, the other party laughed softly, "I can hug you when I'm drunk, is it important to be a human being or not?"

Qiao Yue felt that Shen Zheyi was really too close to her, she could smell his body, it didn't smell like men's perfume, but instead, it smelled like shower gel or laundry detergent.

Fresh and clean smell.

This word may not match Shen Zheyi.

Her ears are a little hot.

My head sank a bit.

She closed her eyes, and her slender fingers touched the earlobe of the boy next to her, which was cold.

He touched his own again, and it was really hot.

She was taken aback by herself.

She was so frightened that she didn't care whether the young man who didn't know whether he was really drunk or fake drunk would fall down, and she stood up as if she had been shocked by an electric shock.

She was silent for a long time, until the sensor lights on the stairs suddenly went out.

Back to darkness again.

Shen Zheyi sat on the steps with his head leaning against the handrail, so he couldn't see his face clearly, and naturally he couldn't see his expression clearly either.

Qiao Yue put her hands on her cheeks, the coldness of her hands made her regain some clarity.

"I'm going back."

The sensor lights on the stairs suddenly turned on, accompanied by the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor that was fading away.

It's rare for Qiao Yue to come home so early. Even though it's already around eleven o'clock, she still feels a little happy because she was able to go to bed about two hours earlier today.

She took off her makeup and washed her face. Seeing the plain face in the mirror, she was stunned for a while.

Then wash your hair and take a shower.

When she came out of the bathroom and was blowing her hair facing the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room, consciously or unconsciously, she caught a glimpse of a dark shadow facing downstairs.

From her line of sight, there was a person leaning against the streetlight on the side of the road, looking down and playing with his mobile phone.

The light on the phone screen is quite bright.

Qiao Yue's eyes were not always so easy to use, probably because that black tuxedo was really familiar.

(End of this chapter)