Huo Tianqi lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, as his breathing gradually steadied and his reason slowly returned.
Although he could not claim to have a high tolerance for alcohol, he had never been allergic to it.
What could induce an allergic reaction in him wasn't alcohol, but...
"Have you calmed down?" Huo Siyu said.
He sat down on the sofa beside the bed, the seductive sunlight streaming in through the window and spilling over him.
His expression was calm and natural, neither curious about what madness Huo Tianqi had succumbed to nor intending to ask.
A pair of pitch-black eyes stared straight at Huo Tianqi, exuding tranquil self-possession.
"I..."
Huo Tianqi sat up, trying to say something, but when he saw Huo Siyu's serene face, he couldn't utter a word.
Suddenly, he realized that Huo Siyu might already know...
The person who knew him best in this world was Huo Siyu, and, likewise, the person who knew Huo Siyu best was himself.
