Throughout the whole process, Wu Yiyun was like a staring monster, or a clingy kitten would be more appropriate to describe it.
When Bai Jun walked to the kitchen, he followed her half a step away, obediently holding the corner of her clothes and staring at her back without blinking;
Bai Jun walked to the living room, and he followed him;
Bai Jun returned to the bedroom, and he followed him there.
The bedroom door was open. When Bai Jun came in and was about to close the door, he found that Wu Yiyun had also slipped in.
For some reason, the man's lips were pursed and his eyes were watery due to drunkenness. He didn't look lethal at all, but it still made Bai Jun feel like he had let a wild beast in.
The result was just as Bai Jun expected.
Just a few steps into the room, Wu Yiyun seemed to have lost his strength. He took a small step forward, hugged Bai Jun's waist from behind, and put all his weight on her.
Warm breath blew continuously on Bai Jun's neck, causing goose bumps.
There was still a strong smell of alcohol in his breath, which floated to the tip of Bai Jun's nose and dyed her cheeks red.
Bai Jun seldom drinks alcohol, and his drinking capacity is as bad as that of a three-year-old child.
Especially Wu Yiyun didn't know how to drink. Except in his breath, every corner of his body seemed to smell of strong alcohol. Before he drank, Bai Jun felt like he was getting drunk.
Before his mind was still confused, Bai Jun held up his body with difficulty and shouted,
"Wu Yiyun, what are you doing? Go back to your room and rest."
The words contained a command, but Wu Yiyun held her tighter.
"No."
He was clearly drunk, but his voice had the rebellious determination of a child.
Helpless, Bai Jun could only ask him: "What do you want to do?"
"Do you love me?"
Wu Yiyun raised his head, held her shoulders and turned her to face her. His eyes looked stubbornly into hers, as if he would not leave until he got a satisfactory answer.
Bai Jun said repeatedly like coaxing a child:
"Love, love, love, it's getting late. You should go back to bed. Otherwise, you will have a headache tomorrow."
Wu Yiyun was not satisfied with the answer. He was angry and his narrow eyes became round.
"You are lying."
"Where did I lie?"
Bai Jun asked Wu Yiyun, how can a man who is unsteady when he is drunk have the sense to distinguish the authenticity of a person's words.
She judged others by herself, and if she was drunk, she would never think about whether what others said was true or false.
But she didn't expect that not everyone has the same drinking capacity as her.
"I've been away from home for so long and you don't care at all. Not even a phone call, not a text message, not a single message."
Wu Yiyun's tone was lost, and he stood in the air with his gesturing index finger for a few seconds, then fell down weakly.
A pair of eyes were lowered, as if he was about to cry in the next second.
His words were so rational and clear, and he even provided examples to prove them.
The words in Bai Jun's mouth were blocked.
After being with him, Wu Yiyun was very good to him.
In the apartment he bought, she slept in the best master bedroom, and he prepared three meals a day in advance.
If you like something, you don’t even need to say it yourself. If you take a second look at it the first day, it will appear in front of you the next day.
When something happens at school or at home, he is also the first to stand up.
Wu Yiyun never forced her to do anything she didn't like. It seemed that just being able to look at her was a great happiness.
It was rare for Bai Jun to feel guilty. This relationship was not legitimate, but Wu Yiyun did everything he could to please her, and also with expectations for the future.
But he didn't know that they had no future.
Bai Jun was speechless for a moment, pursed his lips and said nothing.
The thoughts of a drunk person are probably like this. Just now they were complaining about their grievances, but in the blink of an eye, their attention was attracted by other things.
Wu Yiyun moved his nose, as if he smelled something unusual, and his eyes lit up instantly.
He pulled his sleeve to the tip of her nose and said somewhat eagerly.
"You smell it."
Bai Jun was caught off guard and was covered by the strong smell of women's perfume.
The smell is very strong, at least, it's not something you can pick up just by shaking someone's hand or sitting on the same side.
'What does he mean? '
Wu Yiyun was sure that Bai Jun smelled the perfume. He lowered his head and tried to detect some unusual reactions from her.
Bai Jun raised his head in confusion and asked him, "What's wrong?"
"This is a woman's perfume, do you smell it?"
Wu Yiyun probably still held on to his last hope, but Bai Jun's words shattered his last hope.
"I know, you are busy at work and have some social activities, I understand."
Wu Yiyun suddenly thought of the married boss who was drinking in the same box that night.
The boss was about thirty or forty years old, with a fleshy and happy face, and a serious expression on his subordinates and customers outside.
But when the two of them sat in the box together, Wu Yiyun's impression of him changed drastically.
There was a waiter in the private room. I don't know if he was new or something, but he smelled of a relatively strong perfume.
Wu Yiyun, a mysophobic person, had not yet recovered, but the big boss ran away in horror and asked the manager to find a new waiter.
When I asked, it turned out to be because I was afraid that the smell of perfume would make my wife angry.
Wu Yiyun was a little curious, "Your wife will be angry with you because of this? Why?"
"Love is exclusive. Of course she doesn't want anyone else among us. I don't want her to affect the relationship between two people because of a trivial matter."
"Is this all love?"
The boss thought that he was trapped in the world of mortals just like everyone else, so he said to him with a hint of reprimand and instruction:
"Of course, Xiao Wu, you are young now, so you must not imitate the ideas of those messy people outside. If you go back with the smell of another woman's perfume, your girlfriend will definitely be angry."
Who would have thought that his warning words would become Wu Yiyun's way of confirming Bai Jun's thoughts.
He found the manager and asked the manager to bring the waiter who had just been replaced. He bought the perfume she brought at several times the price, and then sprayed it on his sleeves.
Wu Yiyun never had much courage when facing Bai Jun.
Not going back to the apartment for a week last time was the most extreme thing he could do.
Bai Jun didn't give him the steps, so he had to find the steps by himself. He poured the half-drunk wine and sprinkled it all over his clothes. He used the excuse of being drunk to fill up some courage in his chest and finally returned to the apartment. .
Wu Yiyun came back with expectation and anxiety, and with the strong smell of women's perfume that he didn't like, hoping to see another reaction on her face.
It's okay to be angry or dissatisfied, don't be so considerate.
In the end, it was still a disappointing result.
"Well."
Wu Yiyun felt aggrieved and sad, lowered his head, and his lips smelling of wine fell on Bai Jun's neck.
