Chapter 370: Drunk In Our Home (1)

The winter was cold, the heating was high, and the home was very hot. But, due to the alcohol, Yu Gangan was even hotter. She lay in the blanket for a while, then sat up impatiently and took off all her clothes, leaving just a slip dress.

However, she was still hot, so she slept sideways with one long slender leg sticking out from the under the blanket.

When Fang Zhihan returned to the bedroom and saw this scene, his eyes darkened instantly.

He walked over and bent down to cover her with the blanket.

Yu Gangan wasn’t asleep yet, so when she felt someone sit down on the edge of the bed, she opened her drowsy eyes.

The alcohol in her head seemed to make her uncomfortable. She sat up in a confused manner and looked at Fang Zhihan, “Where am I?”

She sounded like she was talking in her sleep.

Fang Zhihan’s long fingers touched her cheek and brushed across her messy hair, “This is our home.”

Yu Gangan hiccuped uncomfortably.

All of a sudden, she pushed Fang Zhihan aside, stood up and rushed into the bathroom.

A moment later, the sound of retching echoed from inside. The door wasn’t closed so Fang Zhihan walked over to find Yu Gangan sitting beside the toilet, vomiting.

After she finished, Yu Gangan felt a lot better, but her head was still dizzy and heavy.

She flushed the toilet, closed the lid, and sat weakly on top of it.

Fang Zhihan poured a glass of water and handed it to her, “Drink some water. You will feel better.”

Yu Gangan took the glass of water, rinsed her mouth, and drank a few sips to ease her discomfort.

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Meanwhile, Fang Zhihan wet a towel and approached to wipe her face.

The lights above the sink shone down, creating a golden glow on the man.

In Yu Gangan’s blurred vision, the man in front of her was mysterious like a majestic god, but his movements were extremely slow and gentle.

At that moment, Yu Gangan forgot a lot of things. All she remembered was, this man was the person that she liked.

Because of her gaze, Fang Zhihan’s hand paused. He looked down at the drunk woman and looked into her innocent eyes.

“Comfortable?”

“Very uncomfortable,” the woman replied honestly.

“Drink some more next time,” Fang Zhihan said sarcastically as he tugged on her ear like he was punishing her.

Yu Gangan yelped and glared at him with an aggrieved expression, “It hurts. Why did you pull my ear?”

“If I didn’t do that, would you remember for next time? No one told you to drink so much. One shot was already enough, yet you insisted on having another 2. Why are you so happy when it’s someone else’s wedding?”

Fang Zhihan pinched her cheeks unhappily.

Yu Gangan was angry again because of the pain.

Her hands wrapped around his neck like vines, her eyes narrowed, and her plum blossom pink lips pouted.

Fang Zhihan’s throat tightened, “Stop messing around.”

If she continued messing around, he couldn’t guarantee what would happen.

But, at that moment, Yu Gangan smiled evilly, suddenly leaned forward, and kissed him on the lips.

Fang Zhihan froze and stared at her, “…”