Yun Xiaoran remembered now, too. Sister Hua had already told him pretty much everything about Shen Jin's situation.
If he set aside the fact that Shen Jin was drunk, her behavior now might mean she genuinely liked relying on him.
Watching her rub against his arm, Yun Xiaoran instinctively stroked her hair, combing it smooth with his fingers.
To his surprise, Shen Jin neither resisted nor showed any impatience. On the contrary, she seemed to enjoy his slow, gentle strokes.
Her head unconsciously nuzzled against Yun Xiaoran again.
"It looks like she really does like you, and she loves relying on you."
Sister Hua stood up and approached Shen Jin, though she still kept some distance, watching the scene with all the fascination of a wildlife documentary cameraman.
"Stop watching and help me figure out what's going on with her. I still want to get her back to the hotel to sleep. I'm exhausted and sleepy."
Yun Xiaoran was utterly speechless. This wasn't the direction he had hoped her inner clarity would take.
"Why don't you try giving her an order?"
Sister Hua offered what sounded like a terrible idea.
Yun Xiaoran: "..."
"Come on, give it a try. She's drunk anyway. By tomorrow morning, she'll have forgotten everything. She won't remember any of this."
That did sound somewhat reasonable. Yun Xiaoran cleared his throat, then looked at Shen Jin, slowing his words and softening his voice.
"Who's my good wife?"
Looking down at Shen Jin, Yun Xiaoran froze for a moment. He hadn't expected stroking her hair to make her cry.
A few tears seemed to have gathered at the corners of her eyes.
Still, she seemed to be enjoying it.
Sure enough, the moment Shen Jin heard his question, she grew restless. With her eyes closed, she kept