Wen He: "..." Just talk, why do you have to take me home?
Qin Yan glanced indifferently at Wen He who was frozen outside the elevator: "Come in."
Wen He pursed her lips and went in with a brave face.
The elevator space was not large, Wen He kept glancing sideways at him a dozen times, finally opening her mouth with a struggle: "Um... you... don't have to mind..."
Qin Yan looked over, his expression subtle.
Wen He cleared her throat lightly: "We both drank too much that night..."
The elevator dinged as it reached the floor. As the elevator doors slowly opened, Qin Yan stepped out and walked to his front door, his voice warm and cool as he asked: "So what?"
Wen He quickly followed, adjusting the bag strap slipping off her shoulder, swallowing: "So... you don't have to take my words too seriously... also..." She lowered her head, her voice so soft it was like a mosquito's, "I... won't hold you responsible either."
