Waking up the next day, Qian felt a headache.
She drank too much last night.
Yu Minglang seemed to notice her gaze, turned his head to look at her, and gave her a big, sunny smile, as bright as a flower.
Qian no longer fell for this guy's loyal Alaskan Malamute appearance, even if he smiled like a trumpet flower, she wouldn't believe him...
"Qian, you're awake~" He walked towards her, as gentle as a super thoughtful good man.
"I have a headache... Yu Minglang, you're a pretty good drinker, so were you deceiving me before by saying you couldn't drink?" And she naively believed him.
Too naive!
"This, this is—" Yu Minglang actually wanted to express that he's a man of integrity and wouldn't lie, but it really wasn't convincing.
He indeed fooled the little girl, playing possum to catch the tiger...
Seeing that Qian wasn't planning to forgive him, Yu Minglang had an idea and clutched his head with a painful cry.
"Ouch!"
