Ye Tiao, the instigator of all the trouble, was comfortably turning over and happily fell asleep.
Tang Jingming remained frozen in his spot for a long time, feeling incredibly wronged inside.
But there was no reasoning with a drunk woman, and Tang Jingming, full of stifled frustration, bitterly grabbed a mop to wipe up the puddles of water on the floor. Afterwards, he still had to clean up the living room—it was utterly miserable.
The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt.
Why should I always be the one getting bullied!
Tang Jingming wiped his mouth and, in a huff, threw down what he was doing. He burst into Ye Tiao’s room.
He was going to give her a good beating!
In her dream, she seemed to have found a brand of jelly that was unexpectedly delicious—fragrant, slippery, even with a hint of fine Western liquor.
But she just couldn’t remember what this brand was. She searched and searched, and suddenly, the brand itself opened the door and charged in.
Ye Tiao excitedly opened her eyes, and in a daze, she thought she saw someone standing at the door of her room.
The person was tall, with loosely hanging hair, and looked very clean-cut. Although his face wasn’t clear, his silhouette against the light was explosively handsome!
Ye Tiao stared in awe.
As Tang Jingming gathered his courage to open the door, the moment he saw Ye Tiao looking towards him, his heart skipped a beat and his full heart of resentments instantly fizzled out.
He shrunk his shoulders, quickly shut the door, and turned to leave.
Was this woman really drunk, or what? Good thing I slipped away quickly; otherwise, once she sobered up, I’d be doomed. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵
Tang Jingming returned to his room, still unsettled, nervously took a bath, and by the time he lay in bed, he thought, it seemed like just a kiss, no big deal.
Ye Tiao woke up with a splitting headache, groaned, and struggled to get up, yelling, "Oh my god, ah ah ah, Tang Wu!"
Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried.
As Tang Jingming was making hangover soup in the kitchen, he shrank his neck and tried to make himself invisible, thinking: You’re still not sober, and still calling for Tang Wu?
Ye Tiao, wearing slippers, clattered out and when she saw Tang Jingming, she squinted and exclaimed, "What are you doing? It smells awful!"
Tang Jingming sniffed the aroma of the hangover soup, "Isn’t it always this smell? Go brush your teeth and wash your face, it’ll be ready to eat soon."
"Tch," Ye Tiao rubbed her messy hair, "Didn’t she come back last night?"
"No... no..." Tang Jingming dared not look at her, stammering, "You should worry about yourself."
Ye Tiao yawned, "What did I do?"
"Blacked out?" Tang Jingming looked at her, a suspicious flush on his face.
Ye Tiao couldn’t be bothered with him, didn’t even look at him, and just walked straight into the bathroom.
Tang Jingming felt disappointed, pouting his lips, and he eventually vented his irritation on the cooking utensils in his hands.
When Ye Tiao came out, Tang Jingming had already made breakfast.
Ye Tiao, feeling no remorse, started eating immediately, still complaining as she ate, "This tastes awful."
Under normal circumstances, Tang Jingming might have said something like, "Then you cook next time."
But today, filled with pent-up frustration, he snapped, "Don’t eat it then!"
Ye Tiao glared, "I will eat it, what are you going to do, hit me?"
Tang Jingming’s face filled with anger, "...I advise you not to be too arrogant!"
"How is being arrogant any of your business, hit me then!"
Tang Jingming glared fiercely at her and bit into a dough stick, "Hmph!"