The already messy hair suddenly became frizzy due to static electricity.

After tidying up, Su Qingmo prepared to go downstairs to wait for Qin Ran to arrive.

She didn't plan to wake up Anke, as the latter's bar was closed in the morning anyway.

As he walked down the stairs, Su Qingmo smelled a fragrance.

Su Qingmo hid at the corner of the stairs and looked down.

There is actually someone!

And it was Qin Ran, the person she least wanted to see right now.

Su Qingmo was at a loss.

The scene from last night came back to her mind.

Was it Qin Ran who helped him take off his clothes?

So did anything happen?

It’s over. I was too drunk and couldn’t remember anything that happened afterwards.

Is there that?

I don’t think so. It doesn’t seem to hurt down there.

Isn’t it said that you won’t be able to walk the first time?

Apart from feeling a little dizzy, there's nothing else wrong with me.

Su Qingmo pulled at the corner of his clothes and went downstairs pretending to be calm.

But the knuckles of her hands, which were resting on the handrail of the stairs, were white, showing that she was not at peace.

Qin Ran heard the noise and looked up. "Good morning, I made some porridge. Let's eat together."

Su Qingmo had a strange feeling.

It was as if she and Qin Ran were a married couple, with the husband preparing breakfast and waiting for his wife, who loved to sleep in, to wake up.

"morning."

It was just one simple word, but Su Qingmo's voice was trembling.

There was not only porridge and side dishes on the table, but also hangover remedies.

"You probably didn't eat last night. Have some porridge first to fill your stomach, and then take the hangover medicine after that."

The softest part of Su Qingmo's heart was touched again.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"Not yet, just finished."

"Then let's eat together."

"Okay, is Sister An up?"

"Not yet, don't worry about her."

Qin Ran took out his car keys and placed them on the table. "I'll leave them here. Send her a message when the time comes."

"Um."

Su Qingmo ate the porridge in small mouthfuls, which warmed his stomach and heart! After finishing a small bowl, he licked the corner of his mouth greedily.

Seeing this, Qin Ran stood up and said, "Give me another bowl, there's still a lot left. And this bowl is very small, eating one bowl is the same as not eating anything at all."

"Then give me another bowl." Su Qingmo handed the bowl to Qin Ran naturally.

The two of them have a better understanding of each other.

Well, the kind of tacit understanding between young lovers.

I understand your little thoughts, and you understand my little willfulness.