You're this drunk and you can still tell he's unhappy—commendable.
"Tell me, who bullied you? I'll go deal with them." Lan Ruowei patted Shen Yibei's shoulder.
As she spoke, she seemed to realize the warmth of his body, and her small frame involuntarily leaned closer against Shen Yibei.
"Who exactly bullied you?" Lan Ruowei murmured drunkenly, her small face rubbing against Shen Yibei's chest, her voice barely audible, almost like a whisper in a dream.
"No one bullied me." Shen Yibei's rage evaporated into nothing in front of the drunken woman.
"Is that so?" Lan Ruowei nestled into the man's arms and closed her eyes, whispering softly. His scent felt so familiar, yet she couldn't recall who he was. Her head was heavy and foggy, and she didn't bother thinking further.
"Don't be afraid, I'll always be by your side." Lan Ruowei mumbled in a daze, not knowing why she said such a thing.
