"Shi Annuo, look at the drunken mess you've made me!" Wen Zhaozhao picked up a glass of water and splashed it over Shi Annuo's head. The icy water ran straight down from his head, slid over his face, and finally landed on her own body.
Both had water in their eyes and on their faces, looking somewhat disheveled—but one in shock, the other with a mischievous smile.
Shi Annuo quickly pulled Wen Zhaozhao to sit up, "You're not going to sleep tonight, the blanket is all wet now."
"So it's wet. As long as it sobers you up, that's fine." Wen Zhaozhao stared steadily into his eyes, then put the glass on the bedside table, raised her hand to wipe the water off her face, and then raised her eyebrows at Shi Annuo, as if to say, this is what you deserve, who asked you to be incoherent now.
