Mingshu, in his unfathomable gaze, belatedly regained the shyness one should have after being confessed to.
She glanced down shyly and timidly, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes and swinging them back and forth, her eyes fluttering nervously, "Oh my, the wind was so strong just now, I didn't hear clearly!"
But where on earth did this wind come from?
Si Chu kept a straight face, taking a deep breath, "I can say it again..."
Mingshu stomped her foot, finally revealing her true intentions with a hint of urgency in her voice, "What if you wake up and don't admit it!"
She herself had a poor tolerance for alcohol, and anything she did while drunk, she would completely forget once sober; therefore, she assumed others were the same as her.
Si Chu's eyebrows drew together slightly, utterly baffled, "What's there to deny?"
Mingshu gripped her sleeve tighter and huffed, "Who knows, I don't care, I just want it!"
