Just as he was unsure how to face Zuoqiu Yiren's back.
A lazy yet cool voice rang out from outside the house: "Since you're awake, come out quickly."
Chen Mo walked out of the wooden house and saw Zuoqiu Yiren's fair body lazily turning over, her lively eyes gazing at him quietly.
"Morning... ah, Sister Yiren, about last night." Chen Mo rubbed the back of his head, deciding to admit his mistake first.
Who knew Zuoqiu Yiren would say indifferently: "Considering you've brewed Immortal Drunk, I'll let last night slide, but don't let there be a next time."
Upon hearing this, Chen Mo felt even more awkward, realizing she had already seen through him.
"Why are you standing there dazed? Since you're awake, go brew wine. The Immortal Drunk from last night, I've already finished it."
