Jiang Lihua was taken aback, followed by doubt in her heart.
Hadn't she already rejected him?
Did he forget?
It was strange for him to say such things.
She looked up, just about to clarify things with him, when she caught a faint scent of alcohol in his breath and realized he had been drinking.
Jiang Lihua instinctively wanted to step back but found the wall behind her. She had to stop and say, "Fan Xinglan, you're drunk."
Fan Xinglan didn't respond to her, merely lowering his head, lost in his own thoughts as he spoke:
"I'm not a kid anymore; you can't treat me like a younger brother."
Jiang Lihua saw a clarity in his eyes; he wasn't completely drunk, just somewhat emboldened by the alcohol.
Ultimately, he was still just a kid.
With this thought, she stretched out her hand to gently push him away a little, intending to reason with him and seriously reject him once more:
"Fan Xinglan, listen to me, mmm..."
Her eyes widened.
