Gu Mian decided to ignore whatever this feeling was, so she nodded, "Mm, you should lie down for a bit."
Just as the words left her lips, Nangong Yue suddenly stood up, still a bit unsteady.
"What's up?" Gu Mian couldn't help but ask.
"Never mind, you don't need to bother, I'll wash up myself, I can do it." Nangong Yue was acting awkwardly like a child, seemingly wanting stubbornly to prove something, or perhaps just having a sulky tantrum.
"What's up?" Gu Mian frowned, "Why don't you want my help? You're drunk."
"I don't want to owe you anything." Nangong Yue dropped this line and then stumbled toward the bathroom.
Gu Mian was stunned, doesn't want to owe her anything?
For some reason, that uncomfortable feeling inside grew even stronger, with an underlying hint of anger, feeling like Nangong Yue was acting crazy, nothing was right, so what exactly was the problem?
