"Don't think you can drag me down with you—I've already been corrupted recently."
Lai Zhiyun whispered in Zhou Liao's ear.
"How have you been corrupted?"
Lai Zhiyun: "...."
She didn't want to say.
Anyway, she had been corrupted.
"Too embarrassed to say?"
"You know and still you ask."
"How would I know if you don't tell me?" Zhou Liao claimed innocence.
"You definitely know." Lai Zhiyun tugged at Zhou Liao's ear, "You just like to play dumb."
Always loving to trick her.
"Do I?" Zhou Liao was unwilling to admit it.
"You do, you just do."
The two of them continued to mutter and grumble all the way.
When they got home, Maomao greeted them at the door.
Seeing Zhiyun being carried back by Zhou Liao, Maomao whimpered and rubbed against Zhou Liao's legs, then sat down beside them, looking up at Zhou Liao with a woof, as if to ask, "What's going on?"
"It's okay, sister is just tired," Zhou Liao reassured Maomao softly.
"Yep, I'm just tired."
And not drunk at all.
