Zhu Qianying slightly shifted, moving towards one side of the sofa, trying to leave most of it for him and increasing the distance between them as much as possible.
"Alright!"
Yan Han didn't refuse, but readily sat down on his section of the sofa.
His readiness was a little unexpected for Zhu Qianying.
Even though she was the one who said they needed to chat, she became lost in thought for a moment until Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows to look at her, gently calling out, "Ying'er?" She then snapped back to reality.
"Oh…" She licked her lips, gathered her thoughts, then started, "Young Master Yan, on Chinese New Year's Eve, I drank a lot of wine, you know!"
Yan Han nodded, in fact, he had been waiting for this conversation for several days.
On the morning of Chinese New Year's Day, she woke up in his arms and was startled into fleeing by his words, "What, you've done it and now you won't admit it?"
For the next few days, she deliberately and subconsciously avoided him.
