He turned around and looked around Erya's study.
Sincerely, he said, "Erya, your apartment is decorated really nicely, it suits your temperament."
Erya shrugged, without any modesty: "Sister Tang Huai and Sister Jiajia both said the same thing."
"Is there anything else you need help with?" Ma Zhihao withdrew his gaze from the study and looked at Erya.
Erya blinked cutely at him, her youthful and delicate round face brimming with an infectious smile: "No, that's it, thank you for tonight."
"It was nothing, no need to be polite." Ma Zhihao appeared very gentlemanly.
"Want to have a late-night snack?" Erya had only eaten a little at dinner, and she planned to cook something, otherwise, she'd be too hungry to sleep through the night.
Ma Zhihao had drunk quite a bit tonight, his stomach was burning hot.
The alcohol was acting up.
The sensation of alcohol rose up from his esophagus, making his throat burn, leaving his mouth dry.
