"You've had too much to drink, hurry and lie down to rest!"
Before his fingers could touch him, Mo Han reflexively retreated, "There's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time, Qin Yin, actually, I've liked you for a long time..."
It felt like a bomb had been thrown into her head and exploded with a "bang."
She looked at him in disbelief, her lips trembling for a while before she could speak, "What did you just say?"
But Mo Han closed his eyes, unwilling to continue speaking. Perhaps the alcohol was getting to him, and he slumped crookedly on the bed, not sure if he had fallen asleep.
She stared at him with wide eyes, wanting to pull him up and get a clear answer.
"This is like playing a game, almost winning, and then going AFK! What's the difference?"
Fortunately, she still had some sanity and didn't really pull him up.
She stood there feeling both angry and amused, watching him for a long time before she turned off the bedside lamp and left the room.
