What’s Up With These Paintings

The next day, Yun Chujiu opened her eyes and was a little confused. Why was the gigolo on the bed?! Why was he staring at her like he was going to eat her up?!

Yun Chujiu suddenly remembered what happened last night. She closed her eyes and mumbled, "I'm so sleepy. I'd better sleep a little longer!"

Di Beiming sneered, "If you have the ability, then don't get out of bed! I'd like to see how long you can sleep!"

Yun Chujiu wished that she could turn back time. If she could, she would not have drunk at that time! It was all because of that black chicken head! Why did he want to drink with her?! If he wanted to drink, then he could drink himself. If he had nothing to do, why did he want to stir things up?! If he wanted to stir things up, it was fine. But if he had drunk too much, why did he have to pour her a drink?! It was over! The gigolo would not let her off so easily!