Tang Yimian really didn't know what to say.
She could only try her best to start the conversation as sincerely as possible to break the current silence.
When a couple did this kind of thing...
Shouldn't it be sweeter?
Even if the sweetness didn't increase, they couldn't just let the situation remain awkward forever, right?
What Tang Yimian worried about the most was...
What if her behavior after drinking caused Lin Yu to misunderstand her?
If Lin Yu ended up thinking she was an easy woman, she would be so unjustly wronged!
She had just gotten a boyfriend; a rift couldn't appear in their relationship so easily, right?
Tang Yimian absolutely did not want this to develop into a bad ending!
Hearing her opening remark, Lin Yu knew he had the situation under control.
It wasn't that he intentionally wanted to manipulate her emotions and cause Tang Yimian to fall into self-doubt.
Rather, given the current circumstances, whatever he said first would definitely sound somewhat inappropriate.
It was better to see how Senior Sister Tang viewed the matter and then follow her train of thought.
Only this way could he securely put himself in an unassailable position.
Hearing Tang Yimian's words, Lin Yu picked up a bottle of cold mineral water and downed it all in one gulp.
Then.
Maintaining as calm and clear a mind as possible, he said,
"Yimian, I rushed back immediately after receiving your WeChat message."
"After I knocked and you opened the door, I saw that you had been drinking and wanted to ask you what had happened."
"Then you told me some things, you said some things..."
Tang Yimian was speechless!
She still had some vague recollection of what she had said to Lin Yu.
Now that Lin Yu was repeating it, it was absolute proof that none of it had been her imagination.
It really had started just like that...
Driven by the alcohol, she had been the one to initiate it...
For a moment, Tang Yimian wanted to stop Lin Yu from continuing, but she felt it would be impolite.
So.
She could only lower her head and continue listening to him.
If Lin Yu began to doubt her character because of this...
No matter what method she had to come up with or what words she had to say, she would have to explain herself immediately.
Tonight.
She absolutely could not let Lin Yu leave with feelings of resentment.
Otherwise.
She would definitely regret it for a very, very long time.
After stumbling through a recap of the events, Lin Yu slowly got to the main point.
They had just been intimate for several hours; how could he possibly let his partner continue feeling guilty?
What kind of man would he be if he did that?
"Yimian, I know you might not have been entirely sober at the time, which is why you acted on impulse."
"I'm really mad... mad at myself!"
"I know we're a couple and that it would probably happen sooner or later..."
"But I had hoped it would be completely mutual, in a situation where we both knew exactly what we were doing."
"However, I failed to stop your actions."
"Even if you blame me, I have to tell the truth!"
"The truth is, deep down, I really didn't want to stop you, I wanted to..."
"I'm sorry!"
Tang Yimian was stunned!
Hearing Lin Yu's apology, Tang Yimian was completely dumbfounded.
Wasn't she the one who had acted under the influence of alcohol?
How did Lin Yu end up apologizing first!
Tang Yimian had already been feeling insecure, not knowing how to face him.
Now, Lin Yu had proactively taken the blame upon himself.
This made Tang Yimian's uneasy heart panic even more.
She waved her hands frantically and said,
"No, no, no, it's not... you shouldn't be blamed!"
"Lin Yu, it's actually my fault..."
"It's my fault for drinking so much when I can't even handle alcohol."
"You came over to see me out of the goodness of your heart, just wanting to take care of me."
"No matter how you look at it, what happened... is not your responsibility!"
Although Lin Yu said that, he was secretly overjoyed.
What a wonderful girl!
Even at this point, not only did she not blame him.
She actually felt it was her own fault and took all the responsibility upon herself.
Having a partner like this, what more could he ask for?
Lin Yu quickly took Tang Yimian's hand, holding it tightly in his palm.
"Yimian, other couples in this situation would probably be all lovey-dovey and sweet, right?"
"We seem to be a bit different. How did we end up apologizing to each other?"
Tang Yimian and Lin Yu exchanged a glance.
What he had just said was exactly what was on her mind.
As they looked at each other, they both burst into laughter at the same time.
It seemed that being a bit different wasn't a bad thing at all.
If it could become a precious memory between them, what was wrong with that?
The awkward atmosphere dissolved.
Tang Yimian naturally leaned into Lin Yu's embrace, feeling his warm and comforting body heat.
Opening her heart, she began to talk about what had happened before she started drinking.
Fang Xinran, who was about to leave, had written a very, very long handwritten letter to Tang Yimian.
She had hoped that Tang Yimian would wait until the next day to read it.
But Tang Yimian hadn't been able to resist and had read the letter early.
After reading it, she had completely broken down emotionally.
When striving to make a living in an unfamiliar city, what were the chances of meeting a truly good friend?
Even many years down the line, she would probably look back and realize how incredibly precious this friendship was.
Everyone had different life plans and different paths to take.
When a friend made a choice, the best support one could offer was to respect their decision.
In the letter, Fang Xinran reminisced about how the two of them had first met.
She also specifically emphasized that even if they were no longer in the same city, they couldn't lose touch.
Tang Yimian had really wanted to go find Fang Xinran and talk with her.
But then she had second thoughts.
Fang Xinran had already decided to leave. If she rashly went over to bother her, wouldn't it just add to both of their sorrow?
She had chosen to write a letter and specifically instructed Tang Yimian not to open it until the next day.
Running over to hug each other and cry their eyes out simply wasn't Tang Yimian's style.
Suffering from extreme emotional turmoil, Tang Yimian chose a quick and direct method to cope with her feelings.
Drinking!
And she chose high-proof liquor, the kind that would get her drunk the fastest!
She had wanted to use this sort of cheat code to numb her inner emotions.
But unexpectedly.
Not only had it failed to drown her sorrows, but it had also resulted in an embarrassing situation.
Of course.
She had only thought of it as an embarrassing joke at first.
Looking at it now...
It could actually be considered an unexpected blessing in disguise!
If she had been sober while alone with Lin Yu...
Being in the apartment, given how deeply respectful they were of each other, it would have been very difficult for them to cross that line!
Sometimes fate was just that mysterious.
The things you wanted couldn't be forced.
Yet, through a series of coincidences, letting nature take its course could deliver them right to your doorstep.
After hearing everything Tang Yimian had to say, Lin Yu couldn't help but hold her a little tighter.
Compared to verbal comfort.
Sometimes actions were much more direct and left no room for misinterpretation.
Furthermore.
She had just experienced massive emotional fluctuations.
The best way to alleviate Senior Sister Tang's current sense of insecurity was to embrace her more.
He wanted to let her feel how much he cared through his actions!
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