Did we get intimate last night?" I asked, raising my eyebrows in shock.
"You and who? Why is your mind so dirty?" asked Zhang Han, his expression irritated.
"Did we kiss then?" I asked, gazing intensely, and an awkward silence followed.
Oh no! Don't tell me we did. Why does he have the expression of someone guilty of a crime? I thought.
"Come on! What do you take me for? I'm sorry I hit your head against the wall while trying to help. It's not my fault, though. I wish you knew how annoying you are when drunk. Of course, you're annoying on a normal day, but it's even worse when you're actually drunk," said Zhang Han, breaking the silence.
"You hit my head against the wall? Just that?" I asked curiously.
"Or what? That's why you couldn't remember anything from last night," replied Zhang Han, his expression serious and awkward.
Why does
his expression say so much? I'm so confused right now, I thought.
