Ji Yuting was kicked hard on the side of her waist by her foot, causing her whole body to convulse in pain.
He covered his waist. Before he could digest the severe pain in his waist, Shengge moved quickly, picked up the decorative vase on the bedside table, and wanted to smash it on his head.
Ji Yuting quickly held his head and arched his back.
He didn't fight back or hide, he just let her hit him.
The vase on the Sheng singer hit his back three times in a row.
Because she was dazed, her hands were strong and her hands were not strong.
But when the hard porcelain bottle hit the bones in my back, it still hurt.
Ji Yuting is going to have a psychological shadow.
He thought depressedly that from now on he would never put anything that could be used as a murder weapon on his bedside table!
After smashing it a few times, as if out of anger, Shengge slammed the vase onto the corner of the table, causing the porcelain pieces to shatter, and then swung the sharp porcelain tip towards him.
"Shengge!"
Ji Yuting was afraid that the broken porcelain on her hand would hurt herself, so she could only hide back.
Because of his hesitation, he didn't hide in time, and the broken porcelain fragment scratched his right collarbone. A shallow bloody cut appeared on his skin, and the collar of his white shirt was quickly soaked with blood.
This time, Shengge originally wanted to cut his neck, but when he cut it crookedly, he cut his collarbone.
Ji Yuting took advantage of her to take action, quickly grabbed her wrist and threw the murder weapon in her hand.
Shengge glared at his ghost mask angrily, "Ji Yuting! You deliberately wore this evil thing to scare me, right? My aunt wants to see how ugly your face is under this mask!"
"Don't, I..."
Before he could explain, Shengge directly hit his forehead with her head.
When he relaxed his grip, Shengge's wrist was freed and he knocked off his mask.
Ji Yuting was stunned. He didn't expect that she could be so fierce even when she was drunk!
The mask was knocked off, and he turned his back to her with a guilty conscience, not daring to look back, and his heartbeat seemed to be running out of his throat.
However.
Waited for one second, two seconds...
The woman behind her who had been shouting loudly suddenly stopped talking, and the air became quiet.
He turned around cautiously and glanced out of the corner of his eye.
But he found that Shengge had fallen on the bed, unconscious in his sleep, with a large red patch on his forehead. It was obvious that he had been knocked unconscious by the blow to his head just now.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but he still has lingering fears.
There was a stinging pain in his collarbone, and he pressed it with his hand. The bright red blood stuck to his fingers, indicating what had just happened.
Ji Yuting's eyes were red, and her whole body ached after being beaten by her.
He is so wronged!
He took good care of her when she was drunk, but he didn't expect that she could be so cruel to him even when she was drunk!
From learning that she had someone she liked in the morning, to finding out that she liked Fu Chenyi, and finally being beaten up by her, the despair that had been building up for a day finally couldn't be suppressed.
The tip of his nose was unbearably sour, his eyes were hot, and his eyelashes were covered with small mist.
Just when he was staring at the blood on his fingers and feeling sad, Shengge on the bed half-squinted her eyes and stared at him quietly for a long time.
Ji Yuting was vaguely aware of her gaze.
He turned around and met Shengge's eyes.
This is... what kind of look?
Did she recognize him?
Ji Yuting swallowed nervously, his brain working rapidly, thinking of reasons to fool him.
Before he could speak, Shengge sat up and came close to him, holding his face in her hands, smiling happily with her red face.
"It's a dream again. As expected, I can only see you in my dreams. Although your face seems a little different this time, you are still so handsome, burp..."
A wine burp sprayed on Ji Yuting's face, bringing with it a strong aroma of wine.
His mind was blank and he looked at her confused.
"I don't care, this is my dream, I have the final say!"
She continued to approach him with a smile, her face full of ill intentions.
While he was still in a daze, she lightly pecked his cold thin lips.
Ji Yuting's black eyes were shocked, and the soft feeling on his thin lips had not disappeared. His whole body was frozen in place as if he had been electrocuted.
Did she just... take the initiative to kiss him?!
Shengge smiled with crooked eyebrows and a very satisfied face, but her eyes were still misty, and she was obviously still drunk.