Huo Yihan said impassively, "Drank too much."
He understated it.
Upon hearing these emotionless words, Xu Moyi's tears immediately rolled out. She glared at him with her big eyes, biting her lip, "Huo Yihan, I hate you to death!"
Huo Yihan watched her cry, initially feeling a bit baffled, not understanding what this troublesome girl was up to again.
It took him several seconds to react. He propped himself up against the headboard, his eyes sweeping over her, his thin lips curling into a sexy, roguish smile, "You wouldn't think we slept together, would you?"
Seeing his nonchalant smile, Xu Moyi cried even harder. If there was a knife nearby, she would have rushed over and gouged out his eyes.
Huo Yihan seemed a bit helpless, retracting his mischievous smile and pulling back the covers, "Alright, alright, stop crying. We just slept on the same bed, didn't you see I'm still in yesterday's clothes?"
