Early in the morning, Jiang Yu half-turned over in a daze and rubbed her face with her hand.
It felt chilly.
…Chilly?
…Chilly!??
Jiang Yu swung her arms back and forth a few times. After confirming that half of her arm had been in zero-distance contact with the air, the remaining shreds of her morning sleepiness vanished completely. She suddenly opened her eyes and stared at her bare arm.
What on earth?
She sat straight up with a carp leap and looked down at her lower body.
Only her underwear was left.
Hiss, Jiang Yu pounded her still-sleepy head, trying hard to recall what had happened last night. Unfortunately, she couldn’t grasp a single trace of it, and muttered to herself, Cheng Yao brought me back? No way, at most she would have just left me at the shop.
Jiang Yu never suffered memory blackouts when drinking.
She generally didn’t drink baijiu either, and even if she really drank too much, she would at most go a little wild and make things difficult for the people around her. The next day she would wake up with a headache for a while, but she truly had never blacked out before.
This made Jiang Yu feel somewhat uncomfortable; the sensation of a missing chunk of memory did not feel good.
She was curious about who could have gotten her home, because in her drunken state, she definitely couldn’t have gotten back by herself.
Cheng Yao… usually didn’t bother with her unless something major happened, so she had actually been prepared to spend the night at the shop yesterday.
Yet she had undeniably woken up in her own bed, and was practically naked!
No, which deity could it be, and why were they so nice,
Thinking up to this point, Jiang Yu paused for two seconds as scattered fragments flashed across her mind. Although they weren’t complete, they were enough to make her cringe.
The first fragment in her mind was her holding her mobile phone and telling someone in an extremely serious manner that she didn’t like them anymore. Next, Qi Yin somehow suddenly appeared, supporting her limp body and walking with great difficulty, though actually, these were still fine, there was even an image of herself pinning Qi Yin down to the ground.
What in the world was all this…
Although the images weren’t complete and were pieced together in fragments, Jiang Yu managed to string them together.
She numbly patted her face, then suddenly remembered something. She turned back to grab her phone from the bedside table and opened WeChat to check her chat history.
God bless, it was all just wild imagination, it was all just wild imagination,
A glaringly obvious voice message sat on the chat interface, completely shattering Jiang Yu’s illusions.
The time was 9:00 last night.
Below it was another voice call record.
Jiang Yu felt that even if the sky were to fall, it wouldn’t be much worse than this.
Jiang Yu stared at the voice message bar for two seconds, unable to bear looking at it. Tremblingly, she turned off the screen, chanted Brother Baoyu and Sister Lin in her mind for two seconds, and then cautiously unlocked it again.
She let out two breaths while looking at the voice message bar, mustered up her courage, and tapped it.
I… hate you, don’t, like you anymore!
A slurred voice came out through the phone’s earpiece, assaulting Jiang Yu’s eardrums.
Her pupils suddenly constricted, and with a shake of her hand and a clatter, the phone was flung away.
Jiang Yu covered her face and buried herself in the quilt.
She had completely lost all her face.
It must have been that strange voice message she sent to Qi Yin that left the other person feeling dissatisfied, prompting her to call and ask what kind of trouble she was trying to stir up again. Then, she must have stupidly answered it while heavily drunk and said some unpleasant things, making Qi Yin want to come over and beat her up. But upon arriving, Qi Yin discovered she was dead drunk, yet because Qi Yin was too soft-hearted and couldn’t bear to leave her, she had reluctantly taken on the mission of sending her home.
During the process, she had probably caused quite a bit of trouble too…
Jiang Yu wanted to let out a roar, but she felt too ashamed. After twisting herself into a ball inside the quilt, she suddenly remembered something else.
Wait, that clothing, was it taken off by Qi Yin!??
Realizing this, Jiang Yu’s neck rapidly burned red, and she let out two heavy coughs from inside the quilt, sounds so loud they felt like they could shake the house down.
Am I being a bit too shameless… Jiang Yu, who had always upheld the philosophy that if a person has no shame, they are invincible under heaven, experienced self-doubt for the very first time, and despondently lifted her head to gaze at the bare ceiling.
After a long while, she hooked her clothes, which had been neatly piled at the corner of the bed, and slowly pulled them over her head.
The clothes were innocent and could still be worn.
After organizing her attire, Jiang Yu stood barefoot on the floor to retrieve her phone, which she had ruthlessly thrown away just moments before.
Some accident had happened last night, so she must have been carried into the house by Qi Yin without changing into slippers. Right now, she could only step on the floor bare-footed, but fortunately, the flooring was made of wood. Although it was warm in summer and cool in winter, and winter wasn’t particularly warm, it at least wasn’t too freezing, so stepping onto it didn’t give her a sudden shock that made her feet panic.
Jiang Yu fiddled with her pitiful phone, turning it over to inspect it.
It was quite drop-resistant and wasn’t broken.
After a moment, she opened the chat box with Qi Yin again, wondering whether she should say thank you.
She repeatedly deliberated, deleted, and edited her words in the chat box, and finally decided to forget it.
How awkward would that be?
She might as well pretend she didn’t know anything, and definitely keep her distance from Qi Yin in the future!
Having made up her mind, Jiang Yu put away her phone and prepared to pour some water to drink to calm her nerves.
Just as she opened the door, she was startled once more by a white ball of yarn by the doorway.
Jiang Yu let out a startled scream and took two rapid steps backward.
Once she saw clearly what it was, her eyes widened.
She brought this thing home too?！！
Why are you in my house? she asked unwillingly.
Snowball crouched at Jiang Yu’s door, looking at the person who had insisted on bringing her home yesterday, feeling like a comrade who had been through thick and thin together only to be abandoned by a turncoat. It rolled its eyes and said, You’re the one who insisted on bringing me home yesterday.
Insisted on bringing it home…?
Just how strong was that insistence?
Intuition told Jiang Yu that this was not a good thing either.
Sure enough, after pondering in her mind for a while, she envisioned the scene of herself clinging like a dog-skin plaster refusing to leave the shop, stubbornly forcing Qi Yin to take Snowball along.
Drinking ruins things, drinking ruins things, drinking ruins things.
Jiang Yu chanted this three times in her mind before exhaling to calm herself.
Although she sometimes caused a bit of trouble after drinking in the past, and Cheng Yao had reminded her not long ago, actually experiencing it so vividly, committing so many embarrassing deeds in a single night, felt entirely different.
To sum it up, it was extremely stimulating.
No, it was extraordinarily stimulating.
She quietly looked at the white fluffy ball before her, feeling as though she couldn’t catch her breath. After easing up for a while, she gave a heavy nod as if accepting her fate, and then walked straight past it toward the dining table.
A paper cup happened to be placed on the table, and Jiang Yu casually picked it up.
With trembling hands, she poured herself a cup of water, gulped it all down in one go, and pressed the cup back onto the table.
This felt like the last straw that broke the camel’s back; the straw itself wasn’t heavy, but when piled together, it made all the difference.
Bringing Snowball back wasn’t a huge deal, but pestering Qi Yin to death until she brought Snowball along definitely was.
She thought of a very meaningful question, what was the most dignified way to die?
Jiang Yu pondered for quite a while, and finally smiled with a sense of release.
Living was already not very dignified, so dying probably wouldn’t be very dignified either. Whatever, living a scoundrel’s life is better than a good death. More importantly, she probably wouldn’t even die right, so she might as well just live on shamelessly.
Having finished her deliberation, Jiang Yu let go of the water cup she had been gripping tightly.
Her phone vibrated, and Jiang Yu glanced at the message sent by Qi Yin, once again despondently looking at Snowball licking its own fur.
This damned little creature…