"Fine, I won't let her off. Get some sleep now. Once you're awake, I'll help you deal with her together, all right?"
The man, limp against her shoulder, slowly closed his eyes, but he continued mumbling incoherently.
"But I don't want to sleep. I miss Little Blind One. I want to see her. I miss her so, so much."
"I don't know why, but whenever I'm especially upset, the first person I want to see is her. I only want to see her. Do you think she slipped me some kind of love potion?"
Su Qiao's patience finally ran out.
She shoved him onto the sofa and firmly pressed down on his chest. "Love potion, my foot. Hurry up and go to sleep."
Chu Yihan cracked open his bleary eyes and drunkenly pouted. "You're so fierce."
"Little Blind One is just like you, terribly fierce. But I like it. The fiercer she is, the more I like her. Do you think I'm a bit of a masochist?"
"Then let me be a masochist! As long as I like it, who cares about anything else?" After closing his eyes, he turned over, curled up, and drifted into dreamland.
Su Qiao stared at him speechlessly. She couldn't hit him, but she couldn't bring herself to scold him either.
"Liking me makes you a masochist? I think water's gotten into your brain."
"Miss..."
Nanny Wu had just boiled some hot water and carried over a basin. Seeing that Chu Yihan was already asleep, she didn't know what to do.
"Forget it. Let him wash after he wakes up. Go get a thicker blanket and cover him with it."
"Oh, right. Go take a look at the club later and see whether it'll remain open tonight."
It was almost dark. Every day at this