"Luo Ling?" Hei Jieming asked doubtfully, but soon he realized, "No, you are not Luo Ling, you are - Luo Huan?"

He could actually tell the difference between her and Luo Ling.

It only took less than half a second.

After three full years apart.

"Haha." Luo Huan giggled, grinning, and the corners of his mouth were bitter.

Last night, not all memories were lost, every scene in Hejie's mind was remembered.

He turned over and sat aside, pressing his fingers between his eyebrows. It was obvious that his hangover made him very uncomfortable.

"Why are you here?" There was no surprise of seeing each other again after farewell, and no aggressive questioning. His tone was calm, as if everything was normal, no different from any other morning he had experienced.

"I...borrowed a book..." Luo Huan looked a little shy and almost wanted to bite off his tongue when he said this unreliable excuse.

So embarrassed.

"Borrow a book! Want to read Qu Yuan's "Li Sao"?"

He actually knew!

Did you really drink too much?

Luo Huan was even more embarrassed, "The Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon, commemorating Qu Yuan, haha..."

God, let her open the window and jump from the thirty-seventh floor.

How long will this terrible conversation continue?

"Headache." Hejieming sighed.

Luo Huan glanced at the wine bottles scattered on the ground, and visually inspected at least ten bottles, all of which were empty.

After drinking so much, it’s strange that I don’t have a headache if I drink mixed drinks.

"Sleep a little longer?" She automatically moved away, arranged the pillows, smoothed out the thin quilt, and coaxed him to lie down.

"No." Hejieming refused, "Come here and rub it for me."

!!!

Luo Huan couldn't keep up with his thoughts at all, and she didn't dare to guess the intention behind his request.

But how dare she not listen to what he said.

I had no choice but to crawl up behind him obediently, straighten my body, press my small hands on the throbbing acupuncture points, and knead them hard.

After a few minutes, the uncomfortable symptoms seemed to be relieved a lot.

Hei Jie opened his eyes silently, his gaze falling on a wall of books in the distance.

On the ninth floor, there is the collection of poems that Luo Huan wanted to move last night.

Of course she couldn't really come here just for boring books!

Then, her real purpose should be the safe in the agency.

There is only one contract in the safe, and a contract that will be invalidated from today. Even if you get it, it is equivalent to waste paper.

"Press harder." He thought and ordered.

Within a few minutes, he had guessed the whole story, and even boldly deduced that there must be someone else behind Luo Huan. She had a gentle personality and was not a troublemaker. She must have been coerced.

It doesn't matter, he will figure everything out.

But, not now.

Damn it, I did drink too much yesterday, and the symptoms of hangover will be difficult to get rid of within a few hours.

"Are you feeling better?" Luo Huan's fingers were swollen, but she still struggled to hold on.

"It doesn't feel good." He didn't intend to let her go easily. Another reason was that Luo Huan's pressure was very comfortable. As soon as her soft and hot little finger rested on his temple, he seemed to feel a lot better.

At this time, Hei Jieming had no intention of going against his instinct.

As long as it can stop the headache, he is willing to do anything.

Luo Huan grimaced and continued rubbing.

"How did you spend the past three years?" Hei Jieming suddenly chatted like an old friend.

"Huh?" Luo Huan felt a chill on his back.
Chapter completed!