"..." Another sharp intake of breath, and Heitian Jin, her hands over her mouth, looked toward Zhuang Jing.
Thus, Gu Ran harbored some doubt; Zhuang Jing taking him to the bedroom was just to divert Heitian Jin's attention.
This, of course, was conjecture, a self-deceptive kind.
Gu Ran believed that Zhuang Jing could tell at a glance that his interactions with He Qingyan, Su Qing, and Chen Ke were just innocent games, nothing substantially improper;
So, naturally, Zhuang Jing could also see that Yan Hanxiang's attitude toward him was out of the ordinary.
If one were to argue, using drunkenness as an excuse might be feasible.
Like with insanity where anything could happen, it was only natural to lose decorum when drunk.
But was that really okay?
As he helped Yan Hanxiang back to the bedroom, Gu Ran was deep in thought.
Zhuang Jing walked ahead of him, opening the door for him.
