"Take me there, "An Xiulan said, holding up her arms.
Han Zixin rolled his eyes. "This doesn't come under the functions covered by your best friend."
"Huh?" She looked at him confused. "Are you not helping me with the bath?"
Han Zixin had an urge to knock some sense into her. What on earth was she thinking offering him this? He took a deep breath and told himself that she was drunk and didn't know what she was saying. She was muddled up because of alcohol and he should not take her words seriously.
"If you want me to help you with the bath, you need to have the same last name as me, "Han Zixin commented and blood surged to her cheeks. Oh, someone knew what shyness was?
"I'm never marrying you, "She said to his face. She put her palms on her face and pouted. How could he say this to an innocent young woman like her? He should be ashamed, right?
"Sure, "He shrugged. "Next time if I see you drunk, I will call your driver and send you home."
