His cheeks were slightly red, his eyes misty and enchanting, and his lips had turned vividly crimson from drinking too much—his face was utterly captivating.
He didn’t change his angle to look at Tu Kuan, murmuring at a slow pace, "To mourn the death of love."
"Hmm? The death of love?"
"Yes, love, my love."
"..."
Tu Kuan thought of soone, that Miss Gu from Sui City.
Thinking of sothing, Tu Kuan silently opened the cara, tapped the video recording, and pointed the lens at Quan Jin to start filming...
Just as Tu Kuan began recording, he felt a weight on his leg.
He looked down and saw Quan Jin clinging tightly to his thigh, hugging it fiercely, then crying out loud, "Gu Xueli, please don’t leave , I like you, I really like you..."
Tu Kuan: ??
Quan Jin, hugging Tu Kuan’s thigh, looked up with innocent, tear-filled eyes, staring at him as he asked, "Am I not good enough? Tell , what’s wrong with , I can change."
Tu Kuan: !!
His voice grew more aggrieved with each word, "What’s wrong with , I don’t know myself, you point it out, and I’ll change. If I don’t change, you can urge , I’m very obedient, boohoo..."
Tu Kuan: ...
He actually cried.
A man asuring 1.88 ters tall, now in the bathroom, hugging his thigh and sobbing, while pitifully complaining and pleading forgiveness from a woman.
Tu Kuan was speechless, raising a hand to his forehead, "You..."
Forget it, sobering up is impossible, unless he makes so hangover soup now.
But there are no ingredients to make it, nothing else will work, he just has to wait until he vomits enough, then sleeps it off.
"Gu... Xue... Li..."
"You wicked woman, you take my lung, you take my heart, you torture to death."
"Why can’t you be a little nicer to , Gu... Xue... Li..."
"Gu Xueli..." He placed his face against his trouser leg, sounding pitiful and teary-eyed, looking so heartbroken: "Don’t make a stand-in, I can like you wholeheartedly, I will be good to you..."
"Gu Xueli... Gu Xueli..."
"Gu Xueli, I fancy you, I really fancy you, I’ve never fancied anyone like this before."
Being suddenly confessed to by Quan Jin, who was hugging his thigh, Tu Kuan’s mind: #￥%...*&@!!!
What is this?
Consider it saying true feelings after drinking?
Let’s say so!
Usually, his mouth is tight as if sewn shut, couldn’t pry out a word of affection.
After getting drunk, it’s all "I like you, I love you, I care for you."
It’s absolutely sothing.
"Co and go, aren’t you just tornting yourself?" Tu Kuan pried Quan Jin’s hands open, holding his phone to record with one hand, while helping him sit back on the toilet lid with the other.
"Listening to what you said, it seems like you’re heartbroken, but what’s the big deal about a heartbreak; go win her back, why bother."
The drunken man might not have heard him.
After sitting back down on the toilet lid, he beca silent again, staring at a spot and zoning out.
This blank, dazed look made people want to laugh, but after what happened earlier, this was nothing in comparison.
Tu Kuan turned off the video, put his phone back in his pocket.
After he finished vomiting, he was completely exhausted.
Tu Kuan randomly dampened a towel to wash his face, then helped him up and put him on the bed in the main bedroom, wrapped him in a quilt for good asure, then clapped his hands, "OK!"
The next morning.
Tu Kuan ca out from the guest room, went to the kitchen to whip up so breakfast. He’s a kitchen dummy, might end up burning the porridge, better settle for instant noodles, then couldn’t find any noodles after looking around.
Left with no choice, Tu Kuan had to order breakfast delivery.
He ate breakfast and left a portion.
Who knew he still hadn’t woken up by midday, Tu Kuan decided to wake the person up who seed to be still snoring like it was night.
As he entered the main bedroom, he heard the buzz of a phone vibrating on the bedside table.
Soone called him.
However, the call didn’t wake him.
Tu Kuan had to go over and pick up the phone, seeing the note [Grandma], he imdiately realized it was Old Madam Quan calling, didn’t dare to wait, fearing she had sothing urgent, quickly answered.
And so followed their previous conversation.
Tu Kuan thought Quan Jin would wake up in at most half an hour, but it turned out he was optimistic.
Seeing noon approaching, the man still not up, he ordered only one serving for lunch, and casually used Quan Jin’s computer for so work, enjoying the holiday comfortably.
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