Liang Ci Qiu left.
Jiang Nanshu was hanging her head, swaying from side to side.
Lu Qingyan was gradually losing patience, "Aren't you leaving yet? Waiting for him to carry you back?"
Hearing his voice, Jiang Nanshu lifted her head. Her cheeks were flushed a porcelain white, her almond eyes shimmered with moisture. She tilted her head as she looked at him, then rubbed her eyes and shook her head, her expression turning fearful, "Lu, Lu Qingyan... on your head..."
Lu Qingyan looked down at her with narrowed eyes, wondering what mischief she was up to now.
"Why is SpongeBob pooping on your head?"
"So many SpongeBobs, so scary."
Her eyes widened as if she really saw something terrifying, constantly shrinking back behind the sofa.
Lu Qingyan: "..."
He had considered many possibilities, like Jiang Nanshu starting to say all sorts of things to annoy him.
He had never expected that she was drunk.
That's right, the previously fearless Jiang Nanshu was now drunk.