Zhiyun was wearing makeup, and even if she blushed, it wasn't noticeable because she was covered with foundation. She took off her hat and placed it on the edge of the stone table. She whispered to him, "Doctor Han, you have the capital to make me fall head over heels for you."

"You still have the capital to spend a fortune on you."

"You have more capital to let me plant it on you."

She was talking alone, with a fascinated expression on her delicate face, stars twinkling in her eyes, blinking and blinking, and finally slowly closing her eyelashes.

Thick eyelashes, covering the next layer of shadow.

At the same time, the lights outside the front garden lit up. Because it had darkened, when the lights shone down, Zhiyun slowly opened her eyes again.

The visible...becomes increasingly unclear.

She is drunk.

"Doctor Han..."

She murmured, her eyes looking elsewhere.

If Zhiyun knew that drinking these few sips of wine would have such a big impact on her, making her drunk and look so stupid, she would definitely listen to Han Qingrang and not drink a drop of alcohol.

So much so that after getting drunk, she even forgot what she came here for!

At this time, Han Qingrang slowly stood up, and Zhiyun caught sight of that figure.

When he stood up, Zhiyun also raised her head.

But when she raised her head, she suddenly felt very tired, so she supported herself with both hands, resting her chin on her palms, and looked at Han Qingrang who stood up, staring at her blankly, without saying a word, with obvious naivety.

This silly look seemed to be enough to kill Han Qingrang.

Love it.

He originally wanted to take her in to rest, but suddenly changed his mind, sat down and looked at her.

Seeing him sit down, Zhiyun raised the corners of her mouth and smiled foolishly, and asked him, "Doctor Han, what's your name?"

"Han Qingrang."

"Well, that's not it. I'm asking for your name."

"I am Han Qingrang."

Zhiyun took her hand off her chin, leaned forward, and looked at him with wide eyes, "You're lying!"

After he finished speaking, Han Qingrang leaned forward, reached out his hand to hold her chin, and tilted it up slightly, "Will Zhizhi remember my name?"

"Yeah." She responded slowly.

I will remember it.

Then, he said to him, "Zhizhi, my name is Teng Qingdu. You can remember this name or not, because it is not important. You just need to remember that I am your Doctor Han, Han Qingrang."

"Yes, my Doctor Han."

Zhiyun repeated his last words.

She continued to support her chin with her hands and stared at him blankly.

The aftereffects of the sake had completely taken effect. Zhiyun was indeed a good drinker. She was not noisy, but very quiet and well-behaved. She wore a strong outfit, but after removing those external appearances, she looked like a weak little woman.

Han Qingrang came over and picked her up.

Zhiyun didn't want to be held, so she said she wanted to get down. He put her down. Except for being able to stand, Zhiyun's upper body was leaning on him.

She put on makeup, and no matter how well-made it was, she couldn't help but rub it off on his clothes.

The sweet fragrance on her body was wrapped in the faint smell of sake. She slowly raised her hands, hugged his waist, buried her face in front of Han Qingrang, and murmured softly, "Doctor Han, to be honest, you have quietly lived in my heart."

The words fell.

His hand subconsciously tightened around hers, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Zhiyun, the little and clingy woman, made Han Qingran unable to let go and couldn't stop. She rubbed against him like a kitten, just to find a comfortable position.