Rustle, rustle
The clinking of bottles never stopped.
At ten thirty in the morning, Su Qing got up groggily. The dazzling sunlight streamed in through the window, painfully bright.
But he couldn't rest yet. Though he wasn't a neat freak, he couldn't tolerate such a messy room. He opened the window to air the room out, then started cleaning.
Even though only two people had been there, the living room was beyond use. Despite his headache, he started tidying up.
Knock, knock, knock
Half an hour later, there was a noise at the door.
"Wen Jie, why are you here?" Su Qing was a bit surprised but still invited her in.
"It's a bit messy here. Wen Jie, please have a seat!"
Saying that, he gathered the scattered bottles and put them in a corner. After all, he rented the place, and now that the landlord was here, he'd naturally feel a bit embarrassed seeing the place in such a state.
"You guys didn't hold back last night, did you? Didn't you say you have a low tolerance for alcohol?"
