It Would Be Nice If He Was Not So Unruly

Lin Qingyuan was a little stunned by what she saw.

Could Long Xuan be drunk?

She thought he could hold his liquor fairly well from what she saw of him drinking with her father last night.

She looked at the man lying on the table suspiciously. 

She sat there for quite a while. When he continued to lay there without making any motion, she called out to him.

However, Long Xuan still did not move.

She frowned. Could this fellow really be drunk?

She got up and went over to him, nudging him on the shoulder. "Hey, stop sleeping here. It would be bad if you caught a cold."

Long Xuan still did not move.

Lin Qingyuan raised an eyebrow as she stared at his face, flushed red from the alcohol. Memories of his bullying came rushing into her mind and she suddenly felt the notion of 'revenge'.

However, her hand had barely touched his face when Long Xuan grabbed it.

Lin Qingyuan jumped and stared at him in a daze.