Nan Jiayan heard this and couldn't help but laugh, gently poking her forehead: "What, did you get so drunk that you muddled your brains too? You used to be so smart, you know!"
Lu Shishu gave him a sidelong glance in displeasure, swatting his hand away in exasperation: "If you can't say anything nice, just keep your mouth shut, no one's treating you like a mute."
Hearing her retort, Nan Jiayan didn't feel hurt at all. Instead, he felt delighted, as if he was back in their passionate college days when she would frequently tease him. He found it especially joyful, sometimes enjoying provoking her just to see her adorable angry reaction.
"You forget your house has a password and fingerprint lock, and I don't know your password, so I had no choice but to bring you to my place," Nan Jiayan explained with a smile as he noticed her getting angry.
"Couldn't you have just woken me up?"
"Seeing how uncomfortable you were and sleeping so soundly, how could I bear to?"
"You..."
