Mo Yinhe strode over, lowered his head, and looked at her flushed face. "Why, why would it be me?"
Why, when your heart holds a cherished love, are you my Demon King?
Si Mingjing held her head high. "It's nothing. I'm just drunk and talking nonsense."
Mo Yinhe didn't believe her. His hands pinched her chin, forcing her to lift her head and meet his gaze.
"Mingjing, tell me, why, why would it be me?"
Si Mingjing's eyes darted away.
Mo Yinhe applied slight pressure with his fingers.
"Jerk, you're hurting me," Si Mingjing knocked his hand away.
She composed her expression, leaving Mo Yinhe unable to guess what she was thinking.
Si Mingjing closed her eyes. "I drank too much, my head is spinning. I want to sleep."
Mo Yinhe pointed to the daybed on the right side of the deck.
"If you're drunk, lie down on the daybed for a while."
Si Mingjing immediately walked over to the daybed and lay down, curling up like a turtle in its shell.
