Fu Sichen chuckled lightly, "Mrs. Fu hopes you'll have a bit of a blackout tomorrow morning."
"What!"
Jiang Mian waved her hand and lifted her head with a justified tone, "I'm not drunk at all, my mind is very clear right now, otherwise I wouldn't let you carry me."
Jiang Mian suddenly buried her head on Fu Sichen's shoulder, her broken hair making his neck particularly ticklish.
She whispered into Fu Sichen's ear with a soft, warm breath that permeated the skin of his ear.
"I remember you're my Brother Fu," Jiang Mian murmured.
Only Brother Fu would carry her like this.
Fu Sichen's voice was indulgent and gentle, patiently saying word by word, "Yes, I'm your Brother Fu, I was before, I am now, and I will be in the future."
"Fu Sichen..."
Hmm?
Her soft and glutinous voice was light, falling into Fu Sichen's ears, "I love you too, not any less than you do..."
