"You were drunk last night and I didn't know where you lived, so I took you to where I live. Is there a problem with that?" Qingli's words were clear and melodious, her voice like the timeless zither, full of a unique rhythm.
As his memory returned, Ah Chuan felt a little annoyed, rubbing his head and getting up from the bed, "Last night, nothing happened between us, right?"
"What do you think?" Qingli's tone was enigmatic.
Ah Chuan's heart immediately tensed, but he quickly denied it. He was so drunk last night, how could anything else have happened?
"Qingli, stop kidding." Ah Chuan looked serious.
"Last night, you threw up all over me and dirtied my sheets and quilt. What, you want to act like nothing happened?" Qingli's face was filled with mischief, as if she had finally gotten enough amusement out of him.
"Is that all?" Ah Chuan's face was filled with disbelief.
"If you want something else to happen, I'm more than willing. Let me think..."