In his hand, he held a cup of coffee. It smelled fragrant and was still steaming, but his gaze was cold, staring straight at her, his black eyes seemingly intent on slicing her to pieces.
"Did I... get drunk yesterday?"
Meimei pressed her swollen head, asking cautiously.
"What you should ask is what you did to me when you got drunk yesterday." Dan Tingye's thin lips moved slightly as he walked forward with the coffee, placing the cup down and grabbing her chin, making her look at him.
His tall figure blocked all the light before her eyes, his imposing presence almost predatory like he was about to consume her.
"What did I do?"
Meimei wanted to retreat, but her chin was held in his hand. Her small neck shrank back in fear as she looked at him weakly.
She only remembered drinking too much yesterday, then coming back. Oh right, it seemed like it was raining, her clothes were all wet, she was so cold... And then?
