She whispered softly: "Then listen, Ah Huai, you have a home now."

“——I am here, and it’s your home.”

The boy looked at Ranbai without blinking for a moment, as if he could see the deepest part of a person's heart.

Ranbai chuckled softly, feeling that his approach was a little bored, and he might not remember anything he said to a drunk person.

She helped the boy back to the bedroom.

The guards guarding the gate looked at the figure of Mr. Xueyi and were no longer surprised by this kind of thing. They were used to naturally opening the door sideways and let Ranbai enter.

Feng Luo couldn't imagine how many times it had been before the guards could get used to being so natural and dull.

When Chu Huai woke up the next day, he felt a splitting headache and dizzy.

He hissed softly, and his white fingers pressed his eyebrows.

"Awaken?" The door was pushed open, and a beautiful snow-colored figure walked in. The man seemed to be coming against the light. His elegant face was blurred by the light, but unexpectedly brought in an inexplicable astonishment.

Chu Huai was slightly stunned.

Ranbai walked in, and she whispered, her cool voice wrapped around a little warmth, "This is sobering soup, you can feel better after drinking it."

The slender young young man blinked lightly. He took the sobering soup from the young master Xueyi's hand and drank it in one breath. When he thought about what happened last night, he could only imagine a blank space.

Chu Huai: "..."

No.

He didn't want him to like someone for the first time in his life, and a night together would be a blank ending.

This did not fit the sense of ritual he wanted.

Ranbai sat next to him, lowered his eyes and said helplessly: "Last night, you asked you to drink less, but you didn't listen. Now you are fine, it's your own who is uncomfortable."

"I didn't!" Chu Huai retorted expressionlessly, "I don't feel uncomfortable."

Ranbai raised his eyebrows and looked at him leisurely.

In the eyes of Mr. Xueyi, Chu Huai quieted for a few seconds, then approached and asked, "That... yesterday, um...we, what do we say..."

Looking at the boy's entangled appearance, Ranbai felt a little funny. She reached out and pinched the boy's soft and fair cheeks, "Do not do anything, don't worry."

Chu Huai: "Oh."

Hearing the expected answer, Chu Huai couldn't tell whether it was a loss or something.

"What is this?" Looking at the information stuffed into his arms, Chu Huai frowned his delicate eyebrows and raised his eyes to Ran Bai.

"Birthday gift." Ranbai supported his face, "Didn't you say I'm a gift? So this is my second gift for you."

The young emperor turned his fingers over a few pages, and his fingertips paused slightly.

"I read all the memorials last time." Ranbai said calmly: "You have evidence in your hands to prove that the prime minister is corruption. I don't know why you haven't taken action, but now I'll tell you clearly that I don't want anything except you."

"How about these more detailed evidences of the prime minister? Do you like it?"

"Who would give someone such a bloody thing as a gift?" Chu Huai's eyes were slightly sour. He muttered lazily, paused, and said with awkwardness: "But...of course I like it."

"Have you felt better with a headache? Drink less wine in the future." Ranbai's cold and shiny eyes bent softly, "Go to wash up and have breakfast."

Chu Huai said oh.

In fact, Ranbai felt that she should be warmer at this time. For example, she was holding a bowl of steaming porridge and said to Chu Huai affectionately, "Don't whisper the virtuous." I cooked it by myself, and I hope you can like it."
Chapter completed!