Little Ancestor

Whatever else Lu Huaiyu had wanted to say got stuck in his throat. Almost subconsciously, he turned to look at Shen Li.

At the same time, Shen Li also looked over at him.

Silence.

Then, she frowned slightly, as if she was stumped by this question.

They had drunk a few times...

Both she and him...

She looked at Lu Huaiyu and then at Shen Zhijin, countless images flying through her mind.

She tried to see them clearly, but she found it difficult.

Shen Zhijin was still waiting for her answer.

"Huh?"

Shen Li grabbed his arm, looking a little aggrieved,

"Headache..."

Such a simple word instantly broke the suffocating atmosphere.

Shen Zhijin pressed the back of his hand against her forehead. It was a little hot, but it had probably not been caused by illness, but by drinking.

He had wanted to question her, but seeing that she was in pain, he found that he could not care about anything else now.