After Song Ci tidied her clothes, she prayed silently that they had all gone out. She looked in front of the mirror for a long time to mentally prepare herself before deciding to go downstairs.

As a result, when she went downstairs, she saw the three of them sitting on the sofa watching TV.

What day is it today? Are the three of them sitting together in the living room?

What she feared came true. She was just about to sneak upstairs when no one was paying attention.

Finally, her grandmother saw her and greeted her warmly: "Xiao Ci, you're awake. Come quickly, Aunt Yang, bring the hot porridge over."

When they heard grandma's voice, everyone looked over.

She felt like running away. Who knew what she'd done last night when she was hungover? She smiled awkwardly as she responded to her grandmother's question.

She was wearing pajamas with a thin coat casually draped over her. Her long black hair was casually draped down, and from a distance she looked quite slender.

Mu Jingjue looked at her from a distance that was neither far nor close. His mind suddenly recalled her cute look after getting drunk last night, her rosy face, her watery eyes, and her slender waist that could be held in one hand. He unconsciously shook her hand, as if that hand still retained the hot feeling of their skin touching last night.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the direction of her toes very unnaturally, then looked away.

Song Ci's suspicion grew even stronger. Could it be that he had really done something out of the ordinary last night?

Damn it, how could I forget?

Why didn’t I notice that I had blackouts before?

She regretted it in her heart and silently despised herself.

What's more, she clearly saw his eyes just now, as if he was looking at her feet on purpose.

What's on his feet? Song Ci looked down suspiciously. Nothing?

Song Ci also avoided his gaze, pretending not to see it. He silently retracted his foot that was about to go upstairs and walked over slowly.

Since we can't avoid it, let's just wait and see.

"Grandma, you didn't go out today?" Song Ci asked naturally.

Grandma would go out for a walk or chat with others every day, but today she was not at home for a rare occasion. Could it be because he was at home?

Thinking of him, she glanced in his direction again.

Grandma saw her little action and laughed even more happily.

This young couple has been in such a situation in just a few days. If things go on for a long time, are they still worried about not having great-grandchildren?

Thinking of this, she smiled even more happily.

"I'm not going out today. How's your head? Is it still hurting?" Grandma asked with concern.

Song Ci touched her nose feeling a little guilty, then she suddenly looked up. How did grandma know that she was not asleep?

How did grandma know I was drunk last night? She should have been asleep by then, right? Did I disturb her?

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt much." She said softly.

"Why did you drink so much alcohol? Don't drink too much in the future. It's bad for your health, okay?" Grandma said with a concerned look on her face.

"Okay, I got it. I won't get drunk next time." Song Ci responded.

"Tsk." Mu Yanran sneered from the side.

Song Ci heard this voice suddenly. She looked over and saw the little girl turning away with a look of annoyance.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that the little girl was particularly resentful towards her today.

Could it be that I offended her last night?

Could it be that I took advantage of my hangover to muster up the courage to seek revenge on her?

Oh my god? Oh my god, please don't play tricks on me! Otherwise, my life will be miserable.

The grandmother glanced at her granddaughter and gave her a warning look, but she didn't say anything in the end.

At this moment, Aunt Yang brought the porridge that had been kept hot in the kitchen: "Come, drink the porridge. Drinking something will warm your stomach and make it feel better."

"Well, thank you Aunt Yang." Song Ci lowered his head to drink porridge, not wanting to face this scene again.

She lowered her head, said nothing, and drank the porridge at a snail's pace.

She felt that Mu Jingjue was always looking at her vaguely.

She didn't think anything of it at first, but now she felt more and more uneasy.

The more she drank, the more uneasy she felt. Could it be that she really did something bad last night?

Oh my God, this is fatal, are you kidding yourself?

She cursed Huo Yan eight hundred times in her heart. If she hadn't suddenly gone crazy and dragged her to the news, making her look bad, it would have been fine.

He also forced himself to drink, and both of them were drunk.

She was fine, nothing happened to her, but she was ruined and felt like she had made a huge fool of herself.

She swore that the next time she got drunk, she would beat her up to vent her hatred.

The living room was very quiet, with only the sound of the TV. This quiet atmosphere made her feel even more awkward.

She quickly finished the porridge, then ran upstairs to rest, making the excuse that she was a little sleepy.