As it turned out, Little Su wasn't a genius who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Before long, she started acting strangely.
Her cheeks turned rosy.
"Jiang Linyuan, why are you going outside? Who said you could leave?"
As she spoke, she suddenly threw herself onto the sofa.
Jiang Linyuan, who was clearing away the dishes nearby, felt speechless.
Wasn't there supposed to be a difference between the sofa and him?
"I got it wrong. His chest was firmer. This one's so soft..."
Su Muzhi rubbed her eyes, looked around, then fixed her gaze on Jiang Linyuan by the dining table.
"Why are you so far away from me?"
"I have to wash the dishes in a bit."
"Oh..."
Su Muzhi answered blankly, then climbed to her feet again.
"I remember I was supposed to help you wash them."
Seeing Little Su's unfocused eyes, Jiang Linyuan simply rinsed his hands, left the dishes to one side, and went over to help her.
"Have you ever washed dishes? Why are you offering to help?"
"No... That's why I wanted to keep you company while you wash them."
Su Muzhi said, then shook her head.
"No, that's not it. I'm afraid you'll break the dishes. You're a country bumpkin—you couldn't afford to pay for them!"
Haha, no, this Little Su was kind of fun.
Jiang Linyuan sat beside her and asked:
"Little Su, what do you think of the Department Head?"
Su Muzhi didn't answer. She just stared at Jiang Linyuan.
"Why are there two of you? Am I drunk?"
"You're not drunk. I'm the Master of Shadow Flow. This is my afterimage."
"What's that? Never heard of it."
Su Muzhi wasn't too far gone yet. She leaned on Jiang Linyuan.
"Take me back to my room. I want to