Shen Dang suddenly laughed, his voice hoarse as he said, "Why don't you make me some hangover tea or something?"
He had drunk both red and white wines, and no matter how good his tolerance was, he couldn't stave off the drunken haze.
"Did you also make me hangover tea last time I got drunk?" Qiao Xi tentatively asked.
"...Teacher Qiao, can't you be a bit cuter?"
Still haggling with him—so uncute.
Qiao Xi's expression soured immediately, and she said coldly, "I'll just assume you're talking nonsense because you're drunk."
Cute?
Her, with divine beauty, being cute?
Qiao Xi had reason to suspect that Shen Dang was just making fun of her.
Shen Dang held his forehead and laughed out loud, "If I didn't make it for you last time, does that mean you won't make it for me this time?"
Qiao Xi truly had no recollection of getting drunk last time, nor could she remember any trace of it afterward.
It seemed like Shen Dang wasn't going to tell her.
Fine, don't say it—I don't care!
