Su Mo was probably aware of her attempt to take advantage of her, but seeing her shrinking back in fear, she couldn't help but soften and let her pull her along.
Later on—
Jiang Jianhuan could now pretend to have twisted her leg without batting an eye and have him carry her back to her dorm.
The bar where Su Mo works is neither particularly safe nor bad; it gets very crowded on weekends, which makes it prone to trouble.
When Jiang Jianhuan arrived that day, her usual spot was already taken, so she had to find a high stool at the bar and crane her neck to watch Su Mo perform on stage.
She comes here often, and the bartenders all know her, but today he took the day off and someone else came instead.
Jiang Jianhuan hadn't been sitting for long when a man came up to her with a cup and started chatting.
This isn't uncommon. Jiang Jianhuan is pretty, though not as stunning as her best friend Chi Lan, but she has great skin—fair, delicate, and soft. Not just her face, but her entire body has that kind of skin, making all the girls in her dorm incredibly envious.
Moreover, she had very black hair and eyebrows, and beautiful features, making her unforgettable at first glance.
Jiang Jianhuan usually ignores people who try to chat her up, and they usually leave. But today, this person was particularly shameless, talking incessantly and making a lot of noise. Jiang Jianhuan frowned and became impatient.
"You're so noisy."
"What?" The man was taken aback, then his face darkened. He looked her up and down, and forced a smile.
"Little sister, you have quite a personality."
Jiang Jianhuan had already looked around and found that this was the only empty seat. She was very tired after spending the whole day shopping with Yi Qingxue and really didn't want to stand and listen to music.
"Okay, I'll drink this drink, and you can stop talking to me, okay?" Jiang Jianhuan negotiated with him while holding up her glass. The man's eyes showed a hint of amusement, and then he called over the bartender behind the bar.
Before long, three full glasses of wine were placed in front of Jiang Jianhuan.
“One glass won’t do, it has to be at least three to make sense—” His face was laced with malice, and he looked like he was watching a good show. Jiang Jianhuan looked at the three glasses of different colors and indiscernible ingredients in front of him, and asked the bartender about the alcohol content.
He gave a number.
Jiang Jianhuan felt that she should be able to accept it.
“You said three cups.” She met the man’s gaze without flinching, and he, emboldened, nodded and raised his voice in response.
"Three cups, I mean it."
Without saying a word, Jiang Jianhuan picked up the cup.
The three glasses in front of him were emptied in an instant, and cheers rang in his ears. Jiang Jianhuan stared at him, his voice turning cold.
"You can get out now."
The man shrugged and wisely got up to leave.
As soon as he left, the effects of the alcohol hit her. Jiang Jianhuan held her head with her hand and belatedly remembered that the bartender used to reduce the alcohol content for her so that it wasn't so strong.
And this one is just too practical.
Jiang Jianhuan gave him a reproachful look, but the deliveryman looked completely innocent; he was just following the customer's request...
When Su Mo came over after his performance, he found Jiang Jianhuan lying on the bar, grinning foolishly. But as soon as he saw him, he suddenly sat up straight, his eyes sparkling.
"You're done."
"What happened?" Su Mo didn't look at her, but turned his gaze to the bartender, who told him everything that had happened.
Su Mo's expression immediately darkened.
"Come on, I'll take you home." He reached out to help Jiang Jianhuan, but she grabbed his arm and jumped off the chair. However, she lost her balance when she landed and fell into his arms.
"Be careful," Su Mo warned, then half-dragged, half-carried her as they walked out.
The bar was quite crowded at this time. Jiang Jianhuan was being dragged along by him, surrounded by a throng of men and women, making her head spin more and more.
Just as they reached the door, someone bumped into them, and Jiang Jianhuan uncontrollably fell onto Su Mo's chest. He quickly grabbed her waist and held her still.
"Are you alright?" he asked in a low voice. The two were very close, and his clear and pleasant voice rang in her ear, as if he were speaking right next to her ear.
Jiang Jianhuan's hands and feet trembled. Something passed through his body, making him feel numb and want to shiver.
It's probably the aftereffect of alcohol.
That's what she thought, but she reached out and wrapped her arms around Su Mo's neck, then stood on tiptoe and kissed him.
Chapter 7
Jiang Jianhuan woke up at nine in the morning. He had an unusual bout of insomnia last night, which inevitably brought back some old memories that disturbed his peace.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, the white curtains fluttered, and she lay on the bed, lost in thought.
That night, after kissing Su Mo, she collapsed into his arms, unconscious, and was taken back to her dormitory by him.
The next day, all I saw was Chi Lan's concerned face.
Jiang Jianhuan was stunned for a long time when faced with her question. Finally, she scratched her hair, which was already in a mess, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Lanlan, do you remember that question we saw on Zhihu a few days ago?"
Chi Lan thought for a moment and then hesitated.
"It's that one..."
What does it feel like to kiss someone you like?