Greedy.

Chapter 17 Drunkenness

You sit more and more out of shape.At the beginning, I sat upright and drank beer. After drinking, my body became weak and collapsed, and I became sip while propping my head.

Drink a little, just chat a few words, as if drinking with Joe.

You smacked your lips and realized belatedly, "It's a bit bitter."

Qiao Qing took the opportunity and said, "Then don't drink."

"I don't." You were very stubborn after drinking.

...and childish.

After a while, you reiterated: "I am suffering."

Qiao Qing was helpless: "Then what should I do?"

You stare at him.To be precise, it was his lips. ...full, with a hint of pink.

It looks so soft, you think.

You say, "I want something sweet."

Qiao Qingmao suddenly understood and brought you two pieces of char siew.He also added fuel to the fire: "Then stop drinking and eat some food."

You were aggrieved, and further hinted: "Don't want this, but sweet and soft."

"..." Qiao Qing thought hard, "If you don't know how to drink, you have to eat sweets, right? Do you want fudge?"

"...No." You ate the char siu in the bowl sullenly, and then took another big sip of wine.

This can is also finished.

Qiao lightly pressed the hand you took again, and said seriously: "Don't drink."

You held him with your backhand, and rubbed your thumb on the back of his hand twice: "Just this time...I'm so surprised, let me indulge."

Joe paused for a moment, and finally let go of his hand.He took a sip of the boiled water and didn't speak.

So two more cans.After drinking, you still shake the empty bottle at Joe: "Huh? It's empty again."

Five points for ostentation, very much for fighting.This time, Qiao Qing's hand holding you back was much firmer.

You squeezed his hand, put it to your mouth, and kissed his knuckles.

Qiao Qing: ...

You just maintained this posture, and said: "I have a sense of proportion." Your lips pressed against his fingers, and the words you spoke were vague, as if floating out against his texture.

Qiao Qing withdrew her hand and scolded with a straight face: "You have a fart."

It's even rough.You laugh lowly.

Scolding is scolding, and he didn't stop you when you opened another can.You are bold and unreasonable when you are drunk, but he didn't move.

However, Qiao Qing, who even made herself dizzy, did not expect that you would do this, which means that you are already drunk.

You suddenly put down the beer can and hit it on the table with a soft "thump".You stared at him for a long time.

Even Qiao Qing became tense when you looked at her, her back was straight and she didn't move.

You pondered for a long time, and finally said: "Why don't you drink?"

Qiao rolled his eyes lightly and restrained, and said: "...do you have to ask this in the manner of 'will you'?"

You thought about it for two seconds, and the alcohol made you speechless: "What's wrong? Did it make you happy for nothing?"

Qiao Qing: "..."

For a moment, he looked like the one who had been drinking.

You didn't wait for an answer, and didn't bother much, and repeated the previous question again: "Why don't you drink?"

Qiao Qing didn't diverge at all this time: "Because you drank too much."

You suddenly realized: "So you don't have to drink?"

"...I have," he said, "but I'm going to stay awake and take care of you."

You were quiet for a while, then started to make noise again.

I don't know which side of the view is shuttling in your mind, anyway, you suddenly shouted: "Where is my big red flower?"

Qiao Qing realized it without any hindrance.He casually picked up the radish flower from the plate of char siew: "here."

You take it over and look carefully under your eyes.Then you looked up: "It's not big...it's not red, and the stamens are rotten."

Qiao Qing made a gesture to take it back: "Then give it back to me."

"No." You squeezed tightly, "What you tell me is mine."

"But it's not big, not red, and the stamen is rotten." Qiao said deliberately.

You were silent for two seconds, carefully trying to figure out the reason in your mind.

"But you gave it to me." You said.

Qiao Qing finally laughed.He slowed down his tone: "Okay, give it to me. I was just teasing you. That's not the big red flower I prepared for you. At best, it's a failure——I've saved up a basket of such failures today." .”

"Oh." You nodded.But he still held on to the radish flower, showing no sign of returning it.

Qiao Qing had no choice but to get up and get the "Big Red Flower" deity he had prepared.

It was a red cake in the shape of frangipani.Made three layers, and each petal is about the size of a palm.

Your eyes widen.Like a child looking at the toys in the window at Christmas.

"For me?"

He nodded and smiled: "For you."

You don't know where you forgot the beer, only the cake in your eyes.Qiao looked at it lightly. Apart from being funny, he also regretted not taking out the cake earlier.

"I forgot—" Qiao Qing suddenly sighed, "I was only focused on making a cake, and didn't buy knives, forks and plates. You can only make do with it."

"...I don't want to let it go," you murmured, "I don't want to eat it."

When it's a cake from Joe, you just want to eat it.Who would have guessed that someone with such an extraordinary status would actually make it by Qiao Qing himself, you would not even want to eat it, you just want to find a transparent cover to cover it up, so as not to get dusty.

If you are awake, you will never say it directly, at most you can think about it in your heart.However, your mouth is now transmitting sound with your heart synchronously, and it doesn't ask your brain at all.

Fortunately, Qiao Qing only laughed when he heard it, and didn't take it seriously.He coaxed: "That's not enough. At most, I will make two copies in the future, one for eating and one for watching."

He pushed the cake towards you, stopped suddenly after pushing a little, and said in a bad way: "Then what about my compensation?"

Seeing that you didn't answer, Qiao Qing repeated the train you ran along that day - saying that he would give him vigorous, sincere and heartfelt compensation.

"I don't." You suddenly quieted down and said in a low voice, "I don't know."

"I don't know what?" Qiao Qing didn't expect that a casual word could make you depressed, and secretly regretted it.

You glanced at him, then looked down at the table.Just as Qiao Qing was about to say another word of comfort, you grabbed his wrist bone and put his hand on your forehead.You wronged: "I don't know how to make up for you, Qiao Qing. I got too much from you. I have nothing to give you in return——what I have by chance now is what you gave me, and I don't even have those things." Know how long you can keep it."

Qiao Qing froze his hands in bewilderment.He was silent for a while, then moved his free fingers to smooth your hair.

He said softly: "You don't need to know. You don't have to compensate me, you never owe me anything."

Qiao lightly flicked your forehead with his fingers, quite resentful: "Why do you think you didn't give me anything? Do you think I could carve and make cakes before? You made me willing to explore many things, for Turn out to please you.

"'To please you' is not for you. I like the way you are happy, and you are happy when you like me, so I do this. I follow my own mind and make myself happy. How to do, what to do, It's all my business. I don't like you with any purpose, I just hope that you like me without any burden—you don't need to worry about how much effort was spent in it, thinking about getting back every penny——

"—Your existence itself is my luck."

Qiao lightly withdrew his hand, cut a piece of cake, put the spoon in front of you: "Don't think about it, eat it."

You dig a small piece and pop it into your mouth.The cake melted tenderly, and the trance was orange.