Su Qing's gaze was lowered, and his voice was slow and deep, betraying none of his thoughts.
"Have you forgotten what was said yesterday?"
Su Ye rubbed the space between her brows. The pain from her hangover took a long while to subside.
'Yup, can't remember a thing. Not a single impression remains.'
As this thought crossed her mind, her gaze suddenly fell upon the purplish-blue bite mark on his neck.
There were only the two of them in the room, and he couldn't have bitten himself. It was self-evident who was responsible for the mark.
'Great. I'd just confessed my feelings for him, the matter of that male prostitute was still unresolved, and now it turns out I got drunk and bit him.'
Su Ye deflated, feeling that any hope for her confession was now looking slim.
Forcing herself to stay composed, she said slowly,
"I was drunk yesterday. I don't remember anything I said."
