In the night sky, the moonlight is dim and the stars are sparse, and the whole earth is trapped in boundless silence.

Shangguan Chen still never appeared. Han Zhiyan just lay quietly on the rocking chair, looking at the quiet sky at night. The moonlight tonight has not changed, but has become a human being. He is no longer the protagonist of his happy life. I hope that people will last forever and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles apart.

At this time, Xiaobing knocked on the door and said softly, "Grandma, it's windy tonight, so go to bed early."

"Well, I understand, you can go and rest early, too." Han Zhiyan said with a faint smile.

When the bell rang at 12 o'clock, Han Zhiyan's room door was opened. She turned her head in shock and saw Shangguan Chen walking in unsteadily.

Han Zhiyan immediately walked to him and told her all over the alcohol that he had gone drunk all night.

Shangguan Chen was completely stuck to the thin Han Zhiyan, and Han Zhiyan used all her strength to help Shangguan Chen onto the bed.

He murmured softly, "Xintong..."

Han Zhiyan's heart seemed to be gently hit by something, and she felt aching, her eyes felt sore...

The expression on Shangguan Chen's face was almost painful, which was a kind of entangled pain that no one could understand.

Han Zhiyan couldn't help but reach out to soothe the sorrow on his face, but as soon as she reached out, she was pulled tightly to the bed by him, pressing her under her body, buried her head deep on her neck, and the breath she exhaled made Han Zhiyan's whole body shake gently.

Shangguan Chen's burning lips covered Han Zhiyan's lips, and sparks emanated from between his lips and teeth, constantly deepening the kiss.

Han Zhiyan put her hands on his chest, and a sound was made between her lips and teeth, "Chen, don't..."

But Shangguan Chen didn't seem to hear Han Zhiyan's words, and his kiss kept falling on her ears and neck.

Han Zhiyan could still clearly hear the shouting of Shangguan Chen as "Xintong". He kept calling this name, but the name "Xintong" became a taboo in Han Zhiyan's life. She was afraid of hearing this name.

His hot hands wandered on Han Zhiyan's body with ambiguousness, making her tremble. His big hand pulled her clothes hard.

Han Zhiyan was frightened by this situation. She wanted to push Shangguan Chen away with force, but his strength was amazing.

"Chen, I'm Zhiyan. Wake up, I'm Zhiyan." Han Zhiyan tried to wake him up, but it was useless.

Shangguan Chen raised his head and looked at Han Zhiyan with a blurred look, gently stroked her fair face and kissed her lips again with a affectionate look, gentle and lingering.

Han Zhiyan was stunned. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to push him away and let Shangguan Chen linger on her.

When this affectionate kiss became intense as Shangguan Chen deepened, Han Zhiyan responded awkwardly and hugged his neck tightly. Shangguan Chen seemed to be encouraged to make everything more ambiguous.

Even though Shangguan Chen was drunk and unconscious, he still became very gentle.

Gentlely made Han Zhiyan want to cry because the cherishment contained in his tenderness did not belong to her, and the person he was calling out was not her, but Xintong. Tonight she was just Xintong's substitute, a substitute of love.

Thinking of this, tears immediately flowed down. Han Zhiyan murmured, "Chen, see clearly, I am not Xintong, I am Zhiyan, you must remember me forever."

The two of them were constantly sinking and entangled, unable to extricate themselves.

There was silence outside the room, and the moonlight gently sprinkled into the room, so gentle and quiet at night, only ambiguous breathing filled every corner of the room.
Chapter completed!