Shen Jianian sat up, a bit speechless: "Why did you come?"
Fu Jichen's half-dried black hair and the scent of body wash emanated from him as he looked down at her: "What do you think?"
"How would I know?"
"With the sheets and blankets dirty, how do you expect me to sleep?"
"I didn't..." She stopped mid-sentence, suddenly remembering that she had indeed eaten in his bed, feeling somewhat guilty, "I was very careful."
"Yes, very careful." Fu Jichen imitated her, his tone mocking.
Shen Jianian choked a bit and apologized to him: "Sorry."
"Can you use different words? I always hear you say thank you and sorry."
Fu Jichen's gaze was playful. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her profile. Her flushed face when she was drunk earlier suddenly came to his mind, and his heart tingled, his eyes gradually darkening.
Shen Jianian deliberately went against him: "No, I can't."
Fu Jichen chuckled softly.
"If you won't say it, then do it."
