Drunk in love

Part 27

why did he sleep in a foggy way for a day, and at night, the fever subsided, and the person suddenly became particularly hungry, he called out to xiao song twice, but there was no response, he had to force his body to get out of bed, but he did not expect that his legs were weak and he almost fell.

it wasn't until he was almost at the door that komatsu ran in with his saliva in: "brother, i just fell asleep, what do you want?" are you hungry?

he sighed and said softly, "hungry, i still want to go to the toilet." "i'll

help you." komatsu helped ho to the toilet, "i'll go to the kitchen and give you hot food." after

going to the toilet, looking at the pale and haggard man in the mirror, a wave of anger suddenly rose in his heart. he has always been a person with good self-control, for time, fame and fortune, for emotions, for gains and losses, he can put himself in a position of ease, but he can meet song juhan alone, he spends ten times his self-control, but he can barely make himself less guilty.

song juhan was simply his debt, and he couldn't pay it off when he hollowed himself out.

why washed his face, and slowly moved back to the bed, waiting for komatsu to bring him food, just climbed on the bed, he heard the opening of the door outside, komatsu called out "brother han".

the nerves immediately tensed up like tight strings. he didn't want to admit it, but last night's song juhan made him afraid.

knowing for so many years, the two people have not quarreled, but none of them have moved their hands, song ju is cold and angry and smashes things, he knows that song juhan is enduring, because he has seen song juhan and others move, the hands are too heavy, but last night's drunken smoked man, that and the face is the opposite of the madness - wild, let him know for the first time how terrible song juhan can be. <

he lay down and covered the quilt, trying to pretend to sleep, but song juhan had already come in, holding hot porridge in his hand and putting it on the edge of the bed.

song juhan sat in a chair, looked at the closed eyes of why, and the tired dark circles at the eyelids, gently bit his lip, and touched he's hair: "open your eyes, i know you are not sleeping."

he slowly opened his eyes, he looked at song juhan, and there was no trace of emotion in his dark eyes.

"i let komatsu go home, he heated the porridge, you get up and eat a little."

why didn't he speak, he wanted to see if song juhan could really be so calm and self-assured.

under such a blunt gaze, song juhan only felt his scalp tingle, and he picked his hair irritably: "last night i drank too much... but, but you lied to me first. why

did he feel a surge of anger in his heart, he sat up, took a bite of the porridge, and then said, "i lied to you, what are you going to do, kill me?"

song juhan's eyes straightened: "you... are you for feng zheng? "it has

nothing to do with feng zheng." in fact, even if song juhan didn't say it, he also planned to completely alienate feng zheng, he was not blind, and feng zheng's obvious provocation last night had already exceeded the boundaries of his friends. but his decision was his decision, if he compromised with song juhan, he would back down the last bit of his bottom line, and for six years, he had retreated again and again, and finally forced himself to a narrow corner, so narrow that there was only one person left in the whole world. if he still had the slightest idea of self-help, he couldn't let song juhan dominate his entire world, otherwise his world would collapse on the day of separation. <

just for this point, he could not retreat.

song juhan clenched his fists: "why, sometimes i really want to rip your head open and see what's stuffed inside!" why