Chapter 172 : Drunken Truth-Telling
Chapter 172 : Drunken Truth-Telling
Dim lighting, a messy table, and beer cans scattered all over the floor. Su Weiai looked at He Pingge collapsed on the bed and sighed quietly.
She didn't know where He Pingge had learned that drinking could drown sorrows, so she had insisted on buying four whole cases of beer and dragging Su Weiai to drink together. But He Pingge's alcohol tolerance was terrible—after downing these dozen or so cans of beer, she was already lying on the bed unconscious. Although Su Weiai also had some intoxication and felt slightly tipsy, she at least retained her rationality and wasn't completely blackout drunk like He Pingge.
Su Weiai didn't really like drinking. She couldn't understand why this bitter, body-damaging stuff was so popular, nor did she notice how alcohol could actually drown sorrows. But faced with He Pingge's invitation... which could even be called a plea, she still agreed and accompanied He Pingge to drink and chat.
Perhaps because of their similar personalities and experiences, the two hit it off immediately, regretting not meeting sooner. They had endless things to talk about, and before they knew it, they had downed all twenty-four cans of beer.
He Pingge was fine—she had directly fallen asleep and didn't care about anything anymore, leaving only the still-awake Su Weiai looking at the mess everywhere with a splitting headache.
The dizziness from mild intoxication made Su Weiai uncomfortable. She got up and organized all the empty beer bottles and trash on the floor, throwing them in the garbage, then went to close the curtains on the side, turned and walked toward the bathroom, planning to take a shower and rest early.
The two had opened a double room at another hotel by themselves, partly to take care of He Pingge. But since both were minors, they had wasted quite a bit of time arguing with the front desk when checking in. Fortunately, both were girls—if it had been a man and woman, they probably would have been directly arrested by the vice squad after the front desk called the police.
Just as she had taken off her top and thrown it on the washing machine, Su Weiai's phone rang. She picked up the phone—it was a call from Bei Yaoyue.
She pressed the answer button: "Hello?"
"Have you arrived at the hotel?"
"Mm, we're here. About to go to sleep now. Is there something wrong?" Su Weiai held the phone in her right hand while reaching behind with her left to unhook her bra—an action that Xifeng absolutely couldn't do one-handed at the moment.
"Nothing, just making sure you safely arrived at the hotel. What about He Pingge? Is she asleep?"
"Mm......" Su Weiai paused for a moment, thought quickly, and decided to hide the fact that they had been drinking. "She looks quite tired and has already gone to sleep."
There was obvious silence on the other end of the phone, then she said: "Please take good care of He Pingge. Xifeng is very concerned about her."
Su Weiai's heart suddenly clenched, and she said softly: "......I understand. You should also rest early."
"Mm, good night."
"Good night."
After hanging up, Su Weiai's heart was tangled like a mess—impossible to cut through, impossible to organize.
Bei Yaoyue's phrase "Xifeng is very concerned about her" sounded somewhat ironic to Su Weiai now.
He Pingge's many efforts had only earned Xifeng's "concern," just like her—having had a crush on Bei Yaoyue for so many years, what she got in the end was only one symbolically meaningful hand-holding.
She and He Pingge were both too humble and tragic.
After a cold shower, Su Weiai's mood recovered somewhat, and her alcohol-confused consciousness also cleared up considerably. She dried the water off her body, simply put on her panties and bra, then picked up the clothes nearby and walked out.
Hanging her T-shirt, which had been soaked through from He Pingge hugging and crying on her for so long, at the air conditioner vent, Su Weiai looked at He Pingge, who seemed to have fallen asleep, sighed, walked forward, and planned to help He Pingge take off her clothes. Sleeping in clothes was always uncomfortable.
Since they were both girls, Su Weiai didn't have too many concerns. She struggled to pull He Pingge up to lean against the headboard and began unbuttoning He Pingge's top, revealing large areas of snow-white skin on her chest and her indescribable parts that, while not large, were extremely aesthetically shaped.
But perhaps because the movement was too big, He Pingge's steady breathing gradually quieted down, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Seeing He Pingge wake up, Su Weiai smiled apologetically and said: "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry."
But He Pingge just stared at her blankly, her obsidian eyes dull and confused, obviously deeply affected by alcohol. After several breaths, He Pingge suddenly sat up from the bed, grabbed Su Weiai's arms, and forcefully pushed Su Weiai down on the bed.
"You! What are you doing!?" Su Weiai was greatly shocked. She cried out and tried to resist, but He Pingge had strength from who knows where, and she couldn't break free from underneath He Pingge at all.
"Xifeng......" He Pingge looked at Su Weiai affectionately, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes again. "Please don't hate me......"
So she was drunk and mistaking her for Xifeng......
Thinking of this, Su Weiai couldn't help but feel deep sympathy for He Pingge. Her heart instantly softened, but she ultimately wasn't Xifeng. She hesitated and said: "I...... I'm not Xifeng. Sober up."
But He Pingge seemed to have lost her rationality, completely ignoring Su Weiai and continuing to talk to herself: "Please...... don't leave me, okay......"
"Wake up! I'm not Xifeng, I'm Su Weiai!" Su Weiai bit her lip and forcefully pulled her hands out, picking up her phone nearby with a frown. "If you keep touching me inappropriately, I...... I'm calling the police!"
After speaking, she unhesitatingly inputted 110 in the call interface. As long as He Pingge dared to do anything inappropriate to her again, she would immediately call the police.
"I really like...... really like you......"
Tears kept flowing, dripping from He Pingge's cheeks onto Su Weiai's face. Her body trembled violently, and hesitation and reluctance appeared in her eyes.
Although she had just made harsh threats, when seeing He Pingge's heartbroken expression, she couldn't bear to actually call the police.
Having just met two or three days ago, Su Weiai had already developed an indescribable feeling for this girl who was so similar to her. That feeling was extremely complex—empathy, pity, and fondness. Even being roughly treated by He Pingge now, even being treated as Xifeng now, she surprisingly couldn't generate any disgust or resentment.
She really couldn't bear to break the fantasy in He Pingge's heart.
Forget it...... Tonight, she would be He Pingge's Xifeng. Consider this a bit of compensation for He Pingge......
But...... who would compensate her?
After struggling for a moment, Su Weiai gritted her teeth, locked her phone screen, and quietly closed her eyes.
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