Bai Lu shuddered and stammered, "I, I, when did I say that?"
He lifted his cold gaze, looked at her, and snorted, "Drunken words are truthful words. If you don't like eating it, why didn't you tell me the truth before? Why only complain when you're drunk? Can't you see after all these years that you pretend to like it even though you don't? If you were a spy, you'd set a trap for me to fall into without me finding a reason to argue back."
Bai Lu's face blushed white and red, like scrambled eggs, steaming hot.
Heavens! She wasn't just acting crazy from drinking; how much else had she accidentally revealed!
Causing harm, causing not a little harm.
In the end, isn't it all his fault!
Seeing her head hang so low it looked like she wanted to burrow into the pillow, Jun Ye leisurely took a milk candy from his pocket and said to her, "Hold out your hand."
