Facing his words, Pei Ting turned around and left again, and Gu Bao let out all his strength and collapsed on the sofa. He wasn't pretending to be drunk, he was really a little drunk.
When I got up just now, I felt dizzy, so I rolled down and knocked my head. He is now half a person who relies on his face to eat. He was slapped by a handsome guy in the restaurant. How can he not make this face, and doesn't Pei Ting like it?
Pei Ting didn't like it now, and even drove him away, ignored him, and spoke coldly, but Pei Ting didn't want to pay attention to his true confession.
Perhaps Ji Tu is right, for a person who is unwilling to turn back, all recovery is harassment.
Looking at him like this now, Pei Ting will not have any other emotions except for annoyance.
He touched his forehead, it really hurt, it hurt so much that his heart was sore.
Facing the dazzling light, Gu Bao slowly inhaled and exhaled, calming his emotions. He thought that he would leave in a while and would not cause trouble to Pei Ting. He didn't know each other for a long time, and Pei Ting endured him for a long time.
Can you give up? Gu Bao asked himself in his heart, it won't take long before he got the answer.
Not yet, at least not now.
In his life, he has never been stubborn about anything. He used to want things too easily, but now that he can't ask for them, he knows that there is nothing that should or should not be.
After tasting the hardships that one cannot ask for, one grows up at once.
Gu Bao put the back of his hand on his eyelids for a while, then got up and walked slowly towards the door.
At this moment, the sound of light footsteps came, Gu Bao turned his face, and found Pei Ting holding an ice pack, dripping water from his fingertips, and looking at him silently.
Seeing Gu Bao, Pei Ting's hand fell to his side: "You get up..." Then his eyes fell on the direction Gu Bao was facing: "Ready to go?"
Gu Bao stared straight at the ice pack, It seemed that it wasn't an ice pack, it was Gu Bao's hope to come back to life, and it was Pei Ting's soft heart and caring.
He immediately shrank back and found a far-fetched reason for himself: "I don't have to go, I'm looking for the toilet, I drank too much."
After that, he hurriedly posted to Pei Ting: "Isn't it cold while holding an ice pack? I'll get it."
Gu Bao stretched out his hand, but Pei Ting avoided: "Sit down."
In the next moment, Gu Bao, like a primary school student, dragged the chair next to him and sat upright, with his hands on his knees. Up, looking up, waiting for Pei Ting's ice pack.
The feeling of holding the ice pack must be uncomfortable. Gu Bao saw that Pei Ting's fingers were gradually turning red. Gu Bao wanted to pick it up, but Pei Ting avoided it every time.
Pei Ting's face was not good-looking, his eyes focused on Gu Bao's wound, pressing repeatedly with gentle force.
Sometimes Gu Bao felt that he was very despicable. He was sure that Pei Ting was not cruel enough.
While thinking about it, Pei Ting said, "Go home after applying it."
Gu Bao didn't say whether it was good or bad, but just didn't answer. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Pei Ting's other hand. He didn't use too much force. He stroked his fingertips from the palm to the index finger, and then held it into the palm. Gu Bao didn't wait for Pei Ting to struggle, and asked, "Brother, I gave it to you. Where's the ring?"
