Habit can be terrifying. When he was around, she might find him annoying, but when he wasn't there, she would unconsciously think of him.
Even if she didn't love him, she had grown accustomed to his presence by her side, accustomed to bickering with him, accustomed to his shamelessness, and even accustomed to—doing certain things with him.
Although she had drunk too much last night, and in the latter part, she had no initiative, only able to passively endure. However, her brain was feeling, and her body was reacting. Bo Yan's physical prowess was indeed—quite impressive.
Yet, she was still not pleased, always feeling that Bo Yan was scheming against her.