The night was silent.
The next morning, their phones rang countless times, but neither of them had the intention to pick them up.
Xu Wenping's current battle prowess was something that even those experts who had been through many battles would say was terrifying, not to mention an undeveloped player like Su Caiwei.
The effects of the three glasses of wine had woken her up half an hour after the second half of the game. However, what followed was an even more profound hallucination. She slept until the afternoon. The setting sun rested, and Su Caiwei stood up dejectedly.
Seeing the energetic Xu Wenping handing her a squirrel mandarin fish that had just been delivered from the kitchen, Su Caiwei suddenly began to wipe her tears.
Xu Wenping was surprised and quickly went up to hug Su Caiwei. "My little darling, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"
"It's all your fault! It still hurts even now."
