I quickly poured her a glass of water, then helped her up and drank it. She drank a glass of water, and it seemed to be a little better. She opened her eyes and looked at me. I saw that her face was still rosy, like a red apple.

Her hair was loose, spread out on her chest, the collar of her clothes was also open, and the straps of her white pajamas were revealed, which was charming and attractive. Seeing her sleepy look was very charming.

Sakurako looked at me and I felt so strange. There was a sense of sadness and helplessness in her eyes, but there was also a little tenderness. She whispered: "Am I drunk?"

I said, "Yes, you've drunk a lot of wine."

She said: "Where are we?"

I said, "I took you home, but I didn't find the key to your house, so I took you to the hotel for a rest."

She said, “How long have I slept?”

I said, "It's about two hours."

She said, "Are you okay?"

I said, "I'm fine."

She gently stroked her hair and said, "Thank you for taking care of me."

I said, "This is what it should be. It is my fault to make you drunk."

She said: "It's not your fault, it's what I want to drink."

I smiled and said, "You should not drink so much alcohol in the future, as it will hurt your body."

She nodded and gently pulled my hand over. I didn't know what she meant. She gently leaned her head in my arms, her face tightly against me, as if listening to something. The first time I was close to her so close, I didn't know what she meant, I was almost panicked and indifferent.

Sakura opened her arms, hugged my body, and leaned back, and I fell on her body. Her soft body was under me, like a ball of cotton, and then burning fireballs. I could clearly hear the violent heartbeat in her chest, as well as my own heartbeat.

She kissed my face gently, and I felt as if I was falling into the smoke for ten miles, and I was at a loss. At this time, I saw something crystal clear in her eyes shining, and two lines of hot tears flowed out.

I was shocked and asked her softly: "What's wrong with you?"

She said: "I'm fine."

I said, "Why are you crying? What the hell is going on? What happened?"

She just shook her head and didn't speak, as if she had thousands of difficulties and grievances in her heart.

I said, "Can you tell me? Maybe, I can help you."

She said: "It's okay, it's really okay."

Seeing her like this, I felt even more like she was having trouble. If it was really okay, why would she cry? Isn’t this deliberately avoiding it?

I gently stroked her hair, took out a tissue, wiped her tears, she took it over, looked at me and said, "I'll make you laugh today."

I said, "No, what did you say!"

She said, "I look ugly when I cry, right?"

I said, "It's not ugly, you look beautiful when you cry!"

She burst into tears and said, "Did you coax me?"

I said, "I didn't coax you. I was telling the truth. You looked very good when you cried. You know the word "Chuhu and pity", right? It's just a description of you."

She shook her head and said, "My life is too thin."

I asked her in confusion: "Why did you say that? What happened?"

She shook her head again and said, "Don't ask, really."

I grabbed her shoulder with both hands and whispered, "Tell me, okay?"
Chapter completed!