Ren Feng looked at Liou Rumei, feeling somewhat hesitant.
Sitting beside her, watching Liou Rumei's peaceful face, his heart was in utter turmoil.
Was he supposed to act like an animal or be worse than one?
Ren Feng got up again, sitting on the edge of the bed, face full of conflict.
After a long time, he sighed softly and kissed Liou Rumei's forehead, intending to leave.
But just as Ren Feng turned around, a soft embrace suddenly wrapped around his back.
"Why are you leaving?"
Liou Rumei's voice came to Ren Feng's ear.
Ren Feng was startled, turned back, and saw Liou Rumei looking at him with bright eyes, full of amusement, showing no trace of being drunk.
"Ah, Rumei, you're not drunk."
"I was pretending to be drunk."
Liou Rumei approached again, still on the bed, falling into Ren Feng's embrace.
...
The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the window.
On the big bed in the room, Ren Feng lay there.
