Fu Jingzhou bent down to help him up, while Jiang Nan tried to get back on his feet by himself.
Their cheeks nearly collided. Fu Jingzhou instinctively tried to straighten up, but something warm, moist, and soft brushed past the corner of his lips.
When his brain registered what it was, Fu Jingzhou abruptly stiffened.
The contact lasted only a second.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling directly on Jiang Nan's face.
The young man's cheeks were flushed, though it was hard to tell whether he was drunk or simply too happy about having acquired a son on the spot.
His pink hair was a mess, with black roots already growing out, making him look even younger.
His clear eyes shimmered with moisture, lending them a hint of tenderness. He puckered his lips and clicked his tongue. "I think... I tasted a strawberry tip."
The speaker meant nothing by it, but the listener took it to heart.
The man silently clenched his pale, cool-toned fingers until the tips turned white. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. "Jiang Nan."
"Huh?" Jiang Nan widened his eyes, his eyebrows slanting down into a forlorn arch as he listened intently. "Go ahead. I'm listening."
"You're drunk," Fu Jingzhou said evenly.
Perhaps finding Jiang Nan's expression a little comical, Fu Jingzhou reached out to smooth his eyebrows.
Just as Fu Jingzhou was about to withdraw his hand, Jiang Nan suddenly caught it and pressed it against his own hot, soft cheek. "I really like your hands," he said contentedly.
Caught off guard, Fu Jingzhou failed to pull back in time, letting Jiang Nan press his hand against his cheek instead.
His hand was slender and long, with distinct joints and prominent bones. His nails were neatly rounded, and there was a noticeable callus on his middle finger, left by years of studying and reviewing documents.
"Be my wife." The young man was tipsy, the corners of his eyes tinged red from alcohol. He said sweetly, "From now on, you can have all the strawberry tips, and I'll eat the strawberry butts..."
He paused, holding the man's hand and giving it a little shake as he politely asked for his opinion. "Okay?"
For a full half minute, Fu Jingzhou remained completely still, his gaze as deep as the undying river of stars overhead.
His gaze was overwhelmingly intense, but Jiang Nan stared back with rounded eyes, as though trying to prove just how sincere his gaze was.
The corners of Fu Jingzhou's lips curved slightly. His Adam's apple bobbed again and again, several times, before he said in a low voice, "Jiang Nan."
He only called Jiang Nan's name, then gently freed his hand from Jiang Nan's grasp, as though he no longer knew how to answer.
"You're drunk."
"That's drunken talk."
Everyone knew drunken words didn't count.
Jiang Nan puffed out his cheeks. "Oh."
Having drunk his fill of water, he sat back down contentedly.
Early the next morning, Jiang Nan woke with a splitting headache.
Blinding sunlight again. He squinted, catching the heavy smell of alcohol.
Last night, he had chatted with Fu Xingli for a while. As it happened, a nearby bar was running a promotion, so they had gone drinking on a whim.
And then...
Apparently, he had gotten drunk.
Jiang Nan's mind was completely blank. He couldn't remember a single thing that had happened after he got drunk last night.
He reeked of alcohol and was still wearing yesterday's clothes.
Disgusted, Jiang Nan went into the bathroom. After washing himself clean, he changed into a fresh white T-shirt and a pair of black shorts, then headed downstairs to find something to fill his stomach.
When he reached the first floor, he smelled crab roe buns.
He was just about to head eagerly to the kitchen for breakfast when he saw a green-haired kid coming out with a steamer basket of crab roe buns.
He also had the yogurt Jiang Nan had personally bought dangling from his mouth.
Jiang Nan fell silent for a moment, but ultimately couldn't hold back. "That's my yogurt."
Fu Xingli froze. "And?"
"There was only one pouch left. I couldn't even bear to drink it myself," Jiang Nan stressed.
Fu Xingli snorted and took a huge slurp. "Well, this young master's drinking it. What are you going to do about it?"
Jiang Nan was furious. "You drank my milk! What gives you the right to act so self-righteous?"
Only after the words left his mouth did Jiang Nan realize something sounded a little off.
Fu Xingli's own expression was equally indescribable.
After a long pause, Fu Xingli was just about to say something when his gaze suddenly fixed on something behind Jiang Nan.