Ji Weitian met his deep, dark eyes, and for a moment, she almost thought he wasn't drunk.
Just as she raised her hand to hit him, she saw his head tilt, and he collapsed onto the pillow.
It looked like he had fallen asleep.
Ji Weitian's hand paused midair. Seeing his obedient sleeping face, she felt conflicted about whether to hit him or not.
She had never met anyone as shameless as him.
And he was shameless with conviction.
He had moved into her house, carrying his luggage, unwilling to properly sleep in the guest room, sneaking into her room in the middle of the night, and even crawling under her blankets without a word, shamelessly asking if they could sleep together...
Sleep my foot!
Ji Weitian lifted her foot, ready to kick him off the bed.
"Ji Weitian, I like you."
Those seven words, like a spell, echoed in her ears again, making it impossible for Ji Weitian to exert any strength in the foot she had extended.
