Olive took the glass in her hand. After hesitating for a while, Olive touched his glass by her glass. She
lifted her head, drank, and drained it. She raised her eyebrow at him defiantly, and she looked
attractive when she did that.
Alan laughed, "aren't you afraid I'll force you to have sex with me after a few drinks?"
Olive picked up the wine bottle of La Romanee-Conti from some years and poured each other another
glass of wine, "it's wasteful not to drink good wine. Men get drunk and have sex that's just their excuse.
They used it either to embolden them or to commit murder. Alan, are you such a disgusting person?"
Alan took the glass in his hand，shook it slowly, and looked at her meaningfully, "I'm not interested in
other people. But I can't promise you I won't get drunk and have sex with you. "
Olive felt the veins in her temples throbbing violently. She faked a smile, "Alan, you're joking again."
"I'm serious." Alan looked at her deeply. His dark eyes were deep and difficult to distinguish. They
looked like the deep pool and ancient well that the surface looked calm, but in fact the waves have
been very rough beneath.
"Well, do I look like a sheep in a tiger's mouth and am I just sitting there waiting to die?" Olive smiled.
She was not afraid of him. She was just not sure what he was thinking behind his serious face. She
had to play a joke to hide her panic.
He replied, "let’s drink. You said it's wasteful not to drink good wine"
Olive could not follow the logic of his words.
But on a night like this, it's easy to get drunk with a little wine.
It's not the wine that intoxicated but the drinker who got himself drunk.
Olive, on the other hand, struggled to keep awake after a few drinks. She told herself that this man
belonged to another woman, and that woman could turn her family upside down overnight.
She couldn’t afford the risk.
After she had eaten and drunk enough, she picked up the garbage that they had created, she put the
garbage in a plastic bag and put it in the corner. Such a beautiful island should not be polluted by
human garbage.
There were not many places left in the world that were still clean
Without doing anything, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became oppressive. Olive looked at this
small space with embarrassment. It's not like they haven't been in bed together before, but after all,
there's a difference between the present and the past.
He was no longer the man she could have courted in her youth. It's not just that having the courage to
love meant being together.
She suddenly remembered some storylines on TV. Olive’s eyes lit up. She arranged the empty bottles,
two wine glasses, a few mineral water bottles and unopened snacks in a straight line. She drew a line
with him.
"You sleep on that side, and I sleep on this side. One should care his own business."
"Childish." He said to her, and with the sweep of his long leg, the line she had drawn vanished. She
didn't have time to move back, so he knocked her down too. He rolled over and pressed her under him,
"do you think, if I really want to do something to you, you could get away tonight?"
Olive struggled nervously, but could not get away from him. She had to save her strength, "but you said
you wouldn't do anything to me if I didn't want to."
"But as I said, it was hard for me to control myself when I met you." His eyes flickered with fascination
for her.
Looking for five years, only she made him have such a strong feeling. He and she seemed to know for
a long time.
Alan clearly remembered how amazing he felt when he first met her. For the sake of her friend, she
scolded a high-spirited man to the dust. He would almost applaud her were it not for the occasion.
At that moment, he only thought of this sentence to describe how he felt: I've been looking for her, but I
can't find her anywhere. I suddenly look back, but found that she's right in front of me, not far away.
In order to get close to Olive, he bought her company directly at a high price. It was probably the worst
deal he had ever made in business, not for profit, but to get to know a woman, a strange woman.
Now this woman was lying under him. Over the years, his self-control, which he thought strong,
suddenly became weak.
He was longing for her.
However, he did not want to have casual sex with her.
He was not sure whether she was that girl or not, though he felt strongly that she was that girl.
That instinct made no sense. Even though Olive had always looked as if she did not understand the
meaning of his words, and seemed a stranger to him, his feeling was so strong that only one thought
remained: the woman he was looking for in his previous life was just around the corner.
There must have been something he did not know about the sudden disappearance of that girl.
Whether it was something that forced her to leave, or she was deceiving him, there was only one truth,
and he would find it.
He reached out and gently touched Olive's face. His fingers were calloused with the smell of tobacco
and rubbed against her cold skin.
Olive lay there stiff. Though she was lying on the blanket, she was still trembling. She closed her eyes
as if resigned to her fate.
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