Yang Yunhai rubbed his chin while looking at the little girl hiding under the covers.
She had pinned herself against the wall and lit a fire of passion, not only kissing him but her little hands were restless too.
And what happened in the end?
Gu Lingling couldn’t remember.
Could it be that in a moment of drunken bravery she had actually forced herself on Brother Yang?
But that can’t be right, she didn’t feel anything at all?
Gu Lingling tilted her head, unable to recall.
Yang Yunhai pulled her out from under the covers, "Let’s talk about last night."
"What about last night?" Gu Lingling sheepishly avoided his gaze.
"Let’s discuss how you only lit the fire but didn’t put it out last night." Yang Yunhai leaned over and smacked her rear, "Will you still drink from now on?"
"I won’t dare." The obedient girl quickly put on a cute face, looking pitifully at Brother Yang with her almond eyes, "It was because Lianlian was in a bad mood last night, and I’m her good friend, I had to keep her company."
"You think you have a point?" Yang Yunhai looked at her with his phoenix eyes.
"No, I don’t." Gu Lingling promptly admitted defeat.
"Then will you still drink in the future?" Yang Yunhai intentionally asked her with a stern face.
"I won’t drink." Gu Lingling poked her head out and gave a sweet smile, "Waking up after drinking is too uncomfortable."
"Brother Yang, my head really hurts." She continued her act of cuteness.
Every time she did this, he knew she was pretending to be pitiful, but he couldn’t help but soften each time.
"Get up and eat, I made your favorite wontons." Yang Yunhai ruffled her hair.
Strangely, he could never make dumplings well, but his wontons were particularly good.
Gu Lingling loved eating what he made; after a bowl of wontons, her whole body felt comfortable.
"It’s so delicious." Gu Lingling said contentedly, then started to worry again, "I wonder how Lianlian is doing? Is her head hurting too? Why is her alcohol tolerance so bad?"
Ha, as if her alcohol tolerance was any better.
Meanwhile, Hao Lianlian, who Gu Lingling was concerned about, had also woken up, naturally with a headache.
She rubbed her head and was about to prop herself up on the bed when she heard a muffled groan.
It gave Hao Lianlian quite a scare.
Her hand seemed to have been pressing on someone’s chest just now... right?
Hao Lianlian looked down and saw there was still someone sleeping on the bed.
"Su Ziqiao?" she tentatively called out.
She saw Su Ziqiao clutching his chest and looking at her in pain, "Is your hand okay?"
With such force, hopefully her hand didn’t get hurt.
"I’m fine." Hao Lianlian shook her head, but that wasn’t the point, the point was, why was he here?
"You let me in." Su Ziqiao said bewildered, "You don’t remember anything, do you?"
Hao Lianlian, "..."
She really didn’t remember anything.
What did she do last night? She had no impression of it.
She only remembered going for hot pot, and later, feeling terribly uncomfortable, she drank a little wine, and then she had no memory of what followed.
This place was where she and Zhao Jingmiao rented together, just another room in that old lady’s house.
Zhao Jingmiao had gone to Shenzhen for supplies these past few days, so she was the only one living in the house.
"You really don’t remember?" Su Ziqiao asked pitifully, "You not only insisted on letting me in but also demanded that I sleep here."
"But," Su Ziqiao raised his hands, "I didn’t do anything, I just slept."
"But..."