The next morning, Song Yunfei was jolted awake by her alarm, her head pounding as if it were about to split open.
She had no idea how strong last night’s liquor was, but the aftereffects were brutal.
Rubbing her temples, she sat up—only to feel something slide off her body.
She looked down.
A bath towel.
And beneath it… she was wearing nothing.
“!!!”
Her sleepiness vanished in an instant.
From the kitchen came the clatter of pots and dishes. Song Yunfei stiffly lifted her head and stared toward the kitchen doorway.
Fragments of memory flooded back in fits and starts.
Drinking. Going home. The bathroom…
Right—she’d taken a shower.
She vaguely remembered slipping, falling hard, and after that… nothing.
She touched the back of her head. Sure enough, a dull ache throbbed there. She really had fallen.
But then—how did she end up in bed?
She didn’t dare think further.
The image of her own mortifying state flashed through her mind. What if Chu Jinhan thought she’d deliberately gotten drunk to seduce him?
She wanted to hang herself.
Maybe she’d transmigrate back that way.
Song Yunfei scanned the room and let out a long sigh.
Forget it. Even if she did go back, she’d probably just end up as a pile of mush. Better to live miserably than die well.
She scrambled out of bed, quickly found some clothes, threw them on, and splashed water on her face in the bathroom.
Lifting her head, she stared at her reflection.
Her hair stuck out like over-popped corn silk, and paired with her mournful expression, she looked spectacularly ugly.
While her thoughts were in total chaos, a faint noise came from outside.
She lingered in the bathroom a few more minutes, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down.
Fine. She’d pretend she remembered nothing.
Putting on a composed face, she walked out of the bathroom.
Chu Jinhan was setting plates on the dining table. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt, exposing his lean forearms, looking no different from usual.
Hearing her, he glanced up briefly.
His expression didn’t change. He looked away and said, “Since you’re up, eat breakfast.”
Then he turned and went back into the kitchen, as if nothing at all had happened.
Song Yunfei shuffled over and sat down. On the table were fried eggs, bread, and two glasses of milk.
Her stomach growled. Forgetting everything else, she picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
Chu Jinhan came out of the kitchen and set a glass beside her.
She bit into her egg and looked up at him, confused. “What’s this?”
“Honey water.”
His calm demeanor almost made her think everything from last night had just been a dream.
She carefully lifted the glass and took a couple of sips, sneaking glances at him from the corner of her eye.
He was focused on his breakfast, expression neutral—like she was nothing more than a not-so-familiar roommate.
She couldn’t hold it in any longer.
Setting the glass down, she asked softly, “Um… Chu Jinhan, I didn’t do anything… weird last night, did I?”
His movements paused.
Then he put down his chopsticks, pulled a napkin, and wiped his mouth.
After two seconds of silence, he said, “Which thing are you referring to?”
“!!?”
Her eyes widened. “There was more than one?!”
Chu Jinhan looked up, his gaze settling on her tense little face.
“Why are you so nervous?” he asked.
She froze. “Huh?”
“We’re a couple,” he said evenly. “What are you nervous about?”
That question left her completely speechless.
Yeah—what was she nervous about?
The original Song Yunfei had always wanted to sleep with him. Even if something had happened last night, she should’ve been over the moon.
But she wasn’t the original Song Yunfei!
The corners of her mouth twitched for a long while before she forced out an awkward smile.
“So… did we actually sleep together?”
He answered with a question of his own. “What do you think?”
She silently complained—if she knew, would she be asking?
She felt absolutely nothing.
Given Chu Jinhan’s attitude toward her, she was more inclined to believe nothing had happened.
If he’d wanted to touch her, in the past six months she’d probably already be pregnant by now. Why wait until she was drunk?
Lost in thought, she noticed his probing gaze and her heart skipped.
She straightened her back and puffed out her chest. “Why are you staring at me? I don’t remember anything, so what’s wrong with asking?”
Chu Jinhan watched her quietly, his gaze roaming over her face.
Under that scrutiny, her confidence steadily drained away.
“Y-you’re still looking—”
Before she could finish, her body suddenly lurched.
Along with the chair, she was yanked forward, straight into his space.
The distance between them vanished in an instant.
She could clearly see each individual eyelash on his eyes, even the faint lines on his lips.
Chu Jinhan lifted his gaze slightly. Through lowered lashes, his cool eyes landed on her mouth.
Then they slowly moved up, meeting her eyes, a dangerous aura pressing down on her.
“Then do you want to… experience it again?”
They were inches apart. His warm breath brushed her face, carrying a faint minty scent of toothpaste.
Song Yunfei went rigid. Her mind buzzed, completely blank.
She couldn’t figure this man out at all.
He used to avoid her like the plague—so why was he suddenly this proactive?
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
Before she could figure out how to respond, Chu Jinhan suddenly straightened up, pulling away.
The pressure disappeared, and his expression returned to normal.
But his eyes still held a scrutinizing look. “You’ve been acting very strange these past couple of days.”
Her heart tightened, though she kept her face composed. “How so?”
He stared at her for a long moment, then suddenly leaned in again—this time heading straight for her lips.
Startled, Song Yunfei whipped her head aside, dodging the kiss.
But immediately, she realized something was off.
He simply reached past her and picked up the glass on the table.
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye—and met his gaze head-on.
The atmosphere instantly turned awkward.
And finally, she understood.
That little test just now—this was what he meant by her being “off.”
And her instinctive dodge had been the clearest answer possible.
Chu Jinhan handed her the glass. “Care to explain?”
At that moment, Song Yunfei felt like she’d been strapped to a cross, awaiting judgment.
She took the glass awkwardly.
Testing the waters, she said, “If I told you I’m not the original Song Yunfei… would you believe me?”
His expression didn’t change. “Do you think I would?”
“What if… you did?”
“You’re saying you’re someone else now?” he said flatly. “Or rather, a different soul?”
She kept it vague. “What if?”
Chu Jinhan replied calmly, “Then I’d have to contact a psychiatric hospital.”
She almost rolled her eyes.
More than that, she was baffled. “Why? You could just break up with me! Why send me to a psych ward?”
He withdrew his gaze and prepared to resume breakfast. “Didn’t you say we depend on each other for survival? Naturally, I have to take responsibility to the end.”
She gave a dry laugh. “That’s… really not necessary.”
Chu Jinhan suddenly looked at her again.
This time, there was a chill in his eyes.
“Song Yunfei,” he said slowly, “are you cheating on me?”