Drunk

As usual, Juliet, who returned to the villa on the top of the mountain, prepared dinner for JJ. First, they eat together, and then she waits for him to take a bath and tell him bedtime stories until he is put to sleep.

Such days continued for a few days, and Juliet gradually got used to it.

It's just that today, she can't afford to coax JJ more. So let alone play with him, she just treats him as a task that must be completed.

At night, when Justin came out of the study, he saw Juliet's door open.

He put down the document in his hand, walked towards it, stood at the door, and looked in, but it was empty, and there was no sign of her.

'No one is there?' Justin's eyes narrowed slightly, and his deep eyes seemed to be searching, but he found nothing.

Standing in place, he stayed for a few seconds without overthinking, but when he stepped back and wanted to continue back to the study, the sound of a can falling on the ground caught his attention.

It came from the other direction.

Justin stood up and moved closer to the source of the sound.

Finally, he saw Juliet on the balcony outside the second floor.

There was no light on there, only the cold moonlight falling on her, a thin figure with his back facing him, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and a few scattered beer cans on the clearing beside her.

Her hair was randomly tied behind her head, and a few strands of hair fell, gently drifting with the breeze.

Her back is charming and lonely.

Justin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he approached her. The powerful aura inadvertently softened a lot.

Juliet opened another can of beer, and when she raised her head to bring it to her lips, she saw the figure appearing next to her.

With that unique aura and muscular figure, the identity is unknown.

Juliet stopped drinking and slipped a slightly messy hair. "Sorry."

As she said, she stretched out her hand towards him, rubbing her index finger and middle finger back and forth twice in mid-air. "Are there any cigarettes?"

She was addicted to cigarettes, but she didn't bring cigarettes.

"..." Justin's complexion darkened slightly. He thought she was sorry for her blunder, but only to beg him for cigarettes?

Justin frowned but still took out his cigarette case and lighter and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Juliet took it and put the beer aside.

She skilfully took a cigarette out of the cigarette case and sent it to her lips. Then, with one hand emptied, one hand turned on the lighter, turned her head to ignite the cigarette butt, and exhaled to send the cigarette out of her mouth.

That exquisite and beautiful face, without powder, adds a hint of hazy beauty under the shroud of smoke.

Justin admits that she is very good-looking, no less than any first-line actress.

This may be the reason that she can change her boyfriend every month.

Thinking of this, Justin felt faintly unhappy, and the jealousy in his heart spread.

The two fell silent.

Between smoking, Juliet raised her head and looked at the night sky.

The moon is crooked like a hook, the stars are spotless, and there is a little warmth in the coolness.

Just like the attitude of the world.

Juliet likes to look at the sky, especially at night. Once at the orphanage, someone told her, 'The loss of a human life every day will be a star in the sky.'

At that time, she wondered whether all her relatives had turned into a star that day. They didn't leave, they just looked at her in the sky, and as long as she raised her head, they could meet her.

Such thoughts accompanied her from childhood to adulthood.

When she is particularly sad, she will go outside to watch the stars and sit out for a night to heal herself.

Just like today, those negative energies suppressed in the body can only be metabolized in this way.

After smoking a cigarette, she stuffed the cigarette butt into the empty beer can and exhaled deeply.

Justin, who was standing beside her, looked down at her, smelling smoke and alcohol lingering in his nose.

At the beginning of the dinner, he felt that her emotions were not right, but she had been forbearing and suppressing it until she released it at this moment.

"There are still 26 days," Juliet murmured a few words while drinking beer.

"What?" Justin answered naturally.

"Leave here."

"..." Justin was dissatisfied with this answer.

Juliet continued to drink beer, raised her lips, and smiled complicatedly, "My life seems to be counting down all the time. There are still three days before the catwalk and four days before the deadline for rent payment. It is still before the cancellation of financial support. There is..." Thinking of the ensuing pressure, Juliet's smile added a bit of bitterness. "But I don't know when I can completely end such frustrating days."

Juliet's tone gradually lowered, and also followed by ambiguity.

She was drunk.

Justin did not answer, but he heard every word she said clearly.

Looking down, he could see Juliet's bitter smile and eyes moistened from depression.

"You are drunk." His voice was low and hoarse.

"I didn't." She said, waving her hand in the air indiscriminately.

Just when Justin wanted to reach out and hand her back to the room, Juliet's head suddenly leaned against his leg.

"Do the children need to cry to have candy? Does a sensible child deserves to be bullied?" Juliet began to talk nonsense, and more and more blushes appeared on her white face, and her eyes blurred. "Am I right? Should I be like Jasmine, holding the thighs of a billionaire so that I can live smoothly? Haha..." Juliet said to herself

Justin looked at her. She lowered her head against him so that he could not see her expression at the moment.

Vaguely feeling her gasp, Justin raised his head and looked forward and said slightly awkwardly, "My thigh, do you want to think about it?"

His voice came to her ears, and Juliet frowned instinctively.

Her head bumped Justin's legs back and forth twice, and then she shook her head dissatisfied, "No, it's not thick enough."

"..." Justin's face was completely black.

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