He Miao almost spat out a mouthful of steamed bun. She glared at Jing Yan as she tried to recall this memory, but she could not remember anything.
"When did I say that?"
"Last night." Jing Yan smirked and gestured for her to look at the bedside table on the other side. "You even accepted my flower."
He Miao's head was filled with question marks. The moment she saw the flower, her pupils contracted. "You used a flower to trick me, who wasn't in my right mind!"
"Mind your words." Jing Yan took a sip of the porridge. The warm liquid flowed into his stomach from his esophagus, warming his entire body. "You chose that flower yourself."
He Miao's face darkened instantly.
If you asked what a drunk person was most afraid of, it was not the embarrassing behavior after getting drunk, but the fact that someone would help you remember when you woke up the next day after embarrassing yourself!
