The next morning, Cheng Su's biological clock woke her, and as she opened her eyes and sat up, she clutched her head and cried out, "It hurts so much."
Footsteps approached, the door opened, and Qi Taiguo stood at the doorway, "Awake?"
"My head hurts," Cheng Su pouted coquettishly.
Qi Taiguo deliberately put on a stern face and said, "That's what you get for drinking so much last night, serve you right!"
Cheng Su looked up and asked, "How did I get back last night?"
Heavens, she must have really been drunk to not even remember how she got home.
"Of course it was your husband who carried you back, right? By the way, just how much do you weigh? You're so heavy it killed me, my arms are still sore," Qi Taiguo said deliberately.
Cheng Su grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
Qi Taiguo caught it with a laugh, sat down on the bed, and brushed her hair aside, asking, "Does your head really hurt?"
Cheng Su turned her head away and said deliberately, "You don't care about me at all."
