Chapter 120 Sangxia Took the Initiative to Kiss Him

That scene made her stand at the door, afraid to come in.

She seemed to have that damn feeling of guilt, permeating her whole body, making it difficult for her to move.

She wanted to tell herself that Rong Zhan liked her because of his wishful thinking, and she didn't ask him or let him do it, but she was looking at the red bloodshot eyes in his eyes, at the wine bottles on the floor, at the When there is a table of her favorite meals...

She felt like she couldn't say the words.

No matter how much Rong Zhan liked her, Sang Xia knew that she made him feel very painful that night.

As soon as she came in, she started to act stupid as soon as she realized what she was doing.

She pretended to be expressionless and looked at the ceiling indifferently, because she didn't know how else to avoid looking at him.

The bloodshot eyes and narrow red eyes made her feel like a sinner.

But, can she continue to pretend?

Can it?

The fierce little pitiful one was still hiding in the small room, licking his wounds alone.

Maybe he was even letting out a suppressed whimper.

The more Sang Xia thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. The hand holding her hair suddenly relaxed. She slowly raised her head and held the wine bottle.

Then took a deep breath.

Get up.

She stood up.

Walk to the door of the room and stand still.

Raising his hands, hesitating, hesitating.

The hand that originally wanted to knock on the door finally landed on the doorknob.

Press down and push away.

This room is not locked at all.

Sangxia fluttered her eyelashes slightly and began to push it open. The scene inside slowly came into view.

Smoke billows.

Beside the bed, he sat on the ground, leaning on the bed.

In just a few minutes.

The whole room was filled with smoke, making his entire body, which was extremely decadent and scattered, blurry.

As for the figure inside, when he felt someone coming in, his smoking action seemed to pause. His head was still hanging slightly, holding his broken hair in one hand, and holding the cigarette between his slender fingers.

Sang Xia walked in carrying a wine bottle and closed the door.

Her bedroom is not very big.

But it's warm and tidy.

At this time, looking at the somewhat messy bed, Sang Xia couldn't care less. She walked to Rong Zhan and noticed that he seemed to stiffen again. She moved forward and sat down on the ground next to him. Got off.

One person was smoking and the other was drinking wine.

Time seemed to become extremely quiet at this moment, neither of them spoke, only the actions repeated from time to time.

And how quiet it is on the surface also indicates how turbulent it is inside.

finally.

When Rong Zhan raised his hand to smoke again, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

He was stunned and frowned unconsciously.

But the next second, the cigarette between his fingers was also smoked away.

In an instant, before he could react, the cigarette had fallen into Sang Xia's hands. Sang Xia smoked it skillfully, like an old smoker. She closed her eyes and blew out a smoke ring deeply and slowly, pointing. The tip also bounced off the burnt cigarette ashes.

When she opened her eyes again, behind the hazy smoke were her rather confused and deep eyes.

She went to look at Rong Zhan without blinking.

When she snatched away the cigarette just now, Rong Zhan frowned, as if he was holding back his displeasure. However, now that he saw her smoking like an old smoker, his eyes widened.

It was as if I had seen something incredible.

"you--"

Rong Zhan couldn't bear to speak, but his lips just moved——

Sangxia suddenly leaned forward and blocked his lips.

Use her lips to block his.