In that instant, Qu Tan'er sobered up from whatever drunkenness she felt!
What did he just say? Did she hear it wrong?!
"What were you just saying?" she asked urgently.
"..." No response.
"Mo Yifeng, make yourself clear." She approached and tugged at his lapel, but in just a few seconds, a pale blue light flashed, and she was forced to retreat several steps.
It wasn't that he did it on purpose, but rather an instinctive defensive move.
And then, he, played dead... Seemingly too drunk, he fell asleep, staying motionless as he lay there.
Qu Tan'er was at a loss.
The topic could only wait until he woke up to be broached again.
But just as she was slightly distracted, turning her body to look at the person on the bed, Mo Yifeng was gone.
At that moment, she understood!
Old and sly! Was he pretending to be drunk? Playing dead?
Then that meant, she hadn't heard wrong...
Her heart twisted painfully as she saw again the pale, paper-like color of his face on the bed.
