Shi Lan shook her head. "You can't help me."
The old tortoise snorted, "How do you know what I'm capable of? If you don't tell me, how will you know I can't help?"
Shi Lan rolled her wooden eyes and chuckled at him with a drunken haze, "I'm not telling you, I'm saving this for myself."
The old tortoise frowned, secretly regretting that he had wasted two jugs of good wine and half a basket of words, without getting a single eye-catching topic of conversation.
He wanted to ask more, but seemed to realize something, so he quickly retreated to the water's edge and sank to the bottom of the lake in an instant.
Shi Lan was very drunk. When she saw that the old turtle was missing, she kept circling around looking for him, passing close to the lakeside several times, narrowly avoiding falling into the lake.
Someone walked slowly towards them from a distance. Seeing her pacing back and forth like a headless fly, he frowned and said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Shi Lan felt the voice sounded very familiar, but because she was drunk, the voice was somewhat distorted, making her brain foggy and unable to recall who it was.
However, she was already drunk and didn't care who it was. She muttered, "Mind your own business," but her body wouldn't obey her and she slumped forward.
Just as she was about to fall into his chest, Haoze reached out and grabbed her, gently lifting her up.
Once she had stopped, he released her hand, placed it behind his back, and gently rubbed it for a moment before frowning slightly and asking, "Who exactly are you?"
Shi Lan swayed, carefully trying to make out the figure that kept separating and reuniting in front of her, and said defiantly, "What do you care who I am?"
Haoze frowned, his patience completely exhausted. Too lazy to waste any more words with this drunkard, he simply picked her up, ignoring her useless struggles, and carried her back to his cave.
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