Untamed Passionate Kiss

Liang Yutang couldn't help but walk closer, staring intently at Bian Yu.

Finally, I spotted those piercing yet somewhat familiar eyes beneath the mask.

"Wow, it even looks a bit like one of my must-do activities after drinking, hahaha."

Miss Liang became even more obsessed.

She crouched down by the stage, trying to grab Bian Yu's wrist and pull him onto the stage to play games together.

Bian Yuda reversed his hand, turning from guest to host, and pulled Liang Yutang off the stage.

Liang Yutang lost her grip and fell into his arms due to inertia.

Losing her balance, her arms instinctively flailing in the air, grabbing Bian Yu's mask and ripping it off.

Liang Yutang looked up, about to curse, when she met that familiar, indifferent profile.

Her mind went blank at that moment.

"you,"

They couldn't even finish asking, "Why are you here?"

The commotion drew the attention of those nearby.

Liang Yutang noticed someone starting to touch their phone, and she finally came to her full senses.

Her first reaction was to stand on tiptoe and use both arms to firmly bury Bian Yu's face in her shoulders.

The pose was forced, contrived, and unromantic.

But he couldn't worry about that now. He couldn't be on the front page with her.

In an instant, Bian Yu felt the air he was breathing thinner, and the scent of Liang Yutang's exclusive perfume filled his nostrils.

Eight years have passed, and nothing has changed.

Amidst the deafening music, he couldn't help but be distracted.

While Liang Yutang is known for her love of novelty, she keeps many things as they were before.

To say she's tired of the past is an exaggeration; she still has Meng Yang in her heart and has even found many substitutes for him, including herself.

They even went so far as to stab a bloody gash near his eye...

The thought of this instantly quelled all the physical excitement aroused by the aroma.

bang.

Zhang Liang reacted quickly, grabbing someone's coat from beside him and throwing it directly at Liang Yutang and Bian Yu's heads.

With the cover in place, Bian Yu slightly pulled Liang Yutang away.

He held his coat up with one hand, bent down, and picked up his mask with the other, putting on his protective gear again.

At this moment, Zhang Liang rushed over, and Bian Yu threw down the words, "You clean up the mess."

He grabbed Liang Yutang's forearm and walked away.

Zhang Liang was quick-witted and used a combination of carrot and stick tactics.

"Nobody wants to offend that person just now. If even a whisper of it gets out..."

He said with dramatic intonation, "Anyway, everyone here has been present and knows their names, so it won't be difficult to find out who's who. That's all I have to say. Delete what you need to delete from your phones, and shut up if you need to. Then everyone can continue singing and dancing. Tonight, it's on me!"

……

Once outside the club, Liang Yutang was mostly sober.

Bian Yu pulled her to the front of the car, and she gently unscrewed his grip and opened the back door herself.

Bian Yu knew she was avoiding suspicion, so he didn't say anything, walked around the back of the car to the driver's seat, and started the vehicle.

"You shouldn't have come."

Once in the car, Liang Yutang felt the atmosphere was oppressive and took the initiative to speak.

The tone was not only blaming, but also somewhat helpless.

In fact, if she cut ties all at once, Liang Yutang might be able to move on; it's just a matter of time.

But on the very day she made up her mind to cut it off.

He reappeared and did things that went beyond what was appropriate between them, causing her to overthink.

Bian Yu: "Zhang Liang said you were unconscious. I was just fulfilling my duty as an ordinary acquaintance."

Liang Yutang: "Don't make excuses. You could have easily asked him to contact Meng Yang."

He said you called my name.

"...Have you ever seen me calling out names randomly when I'm drunk? This isn't a TV show."

"Shut up, you're so noisy."

Every word he uttered hit Bian Yu's sore spots precisely, making him somewhat embarrassed and angry, and unconsciously he pressed the accelerator even harder.

Liang Yutang obediently shut her mouth.

No matter what, he made this trip for her.

Moreover, as the alcohol began to take effect, she rested her head against the window and closed her eyes to recline.

Bian Yu looked at her half-dead appearance in the mirror and subconsciously slowed down the car a little.

However, while crossing the pedestrian crossing, a bicycle suddenly ran a red light, and Bian Yu braked suddenly.

Liang Yutang was caught off guard and kissed the back of the seat in front of her.

There was no injury, but the surge of alcohol in my head was completely dissipated by the impact.

My stomach churned, and something rushed up into my throat.

"parking!"

She forced herself to utter those words.

Bian Yu knew she was about to vomit, so he pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Liang Yutang pushed open the door and went downstairs, grabbing a large sycamore tree trunk on the sidewalk, vomiting violently.

She felt a persistent discomfort in her throat and squatted there for a long time.

Bian Yu thought for a moment, grabbed a wad of tissues, got out of the car, and handed it to her expressionlessly.

Liang Yutang took it, wiped her mouth haphazardly, and squatted for a while before feeling a little better.

"Can you live like a normal person?"

A voice suddenly came from above.

Liang Yutang strained to turn her head and look up at the man who had just spoken.

"What's wrong with me?"

Bian Yu's face was cold and stern, and his tightly pursed lips looked sharp. Liang Yutang had a premonition that his next words would also be sharp.

really--

"Staying up all night, clubbing, hangovers. Not sleeping at night and not getting up during the day, and you call that normal?"

Liang Yutang pouted and stood up.

"Are you with me 24/7? What gives you the right to say that to me?"

Bian Yu: "Haven't I been by your side 24/7?"

Back then, she would often get drunk and come looking for him, either at school or at his apartment.

He always silently cleaned up the mess, tidying up the floor and toilet where she had vomited.

Sometimes Liang Yutang would vomit on the sheets while sleeping by the bed, and he would carry her to the sofa and change the sheets in the middle of the night.

……

The memories of his dead body assaulted Bian Yu, making the man's expression even colder.

"This is just friendly advice. Take it or leave it. You don't need to prove anything to me."

Liang Yutang felt a little aggrieved, "I haven't lived that kind of life in a long time."

Bian Yu lowered his eyelids slightly. "Oh, you mean you're actually a good girl. But I always manage to catch you rebelling every few times?"

Liang Yutang was out of breath and couldn't help but raise her voice.

"Stop being sarcastic!"

She poked the man's shoulder twice: "People who don't know me have no right to tell me what to do about my life."

Bian Yu snorted coldly, "It's a bit difficult to understand Miss Liang."

He pointed to the bloody gash at the corner of his eye, saying he would settle accounts later.

"After all, even when we're in bed, I can still manage to train someone to be exactly like my white moonlight."

Liang Yutang was speechless.

When she was young and naive, the scars she inflicted on Bian Yu were real.

Now, it's understandable that he wants to retaliate.

Liang Yutang suddenly lost the strength to argue and turned to walk away.

There was a bus stop there, and she wanted to go there to hail a taxi.

Bian Yu watched her walk about ten steps, her shadow getting farther and farther away, and finally couldn't resist, so he strode forward and grabbed her.

"Get in the car," he said succinctly.

Liang Yutang was being pulled along, but she didn't turn around; her voice sounded somewhat hoarse.

"Can you give it away once, or for a lifetime, Bian Yu?"