The next day, Su Qiao was awakened by a ringing phone and repeated knocks at the door.
She rubbed her slightly throbbing forehead and opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was a broad, heavily muscled chest.
She blinked once, then again, and slowly lifted her head.
The man had clearly been awake for quite some time. A pair of dark eyes stared straight at her.
"How did you end up sleeping here with me?" Su Qiao asked, puzzled.
"I..."
Du Jingzhou was just about to confess what he had rehearsed countless times, when—
Su Qiao propped herself up in bed. "Did I force myself on you last night?"
Du Jingzhou: "..." What kind of question was that?
Su Qiao studied the nail marks on his chest. "Looks like you enjoyed it too. So we're even."
"What do you mean, 'we're even'?" Du Jingzhou sat up and forcefully pulled her toward him. "You said yesterday that you'd take responsibility for me."
Su Qiao blinked. "Did I?"
Could anything said while drunk and carried away by passion really count?
Du Jingzhou pointed at his cheek. "You patted my face and said it yourself."
Su Qiao tilted her head and thought for a moment. "All right!"
"I'll marry you after I finish filming this drama."
Du Jingzhou had not expected her to agree so readily, but he corrected her, "I'm the one marrying you."
"I'm the one taking responsibility, so of course I'm the one marrying you." Su Qiao found some clothes, put them on, and went to wash up.
That left Du Jingzhou sitting there with a conflicted expression.
After taking a quick shower, Su Qiao came out with her long hair hanging half-dry over her shoulders.
She found a clean towel and tossed it to the man still agonizing