Liu Jimin only felt that his head exploded directly...... Kim Ji-so, is this a declaration of war on himself?

After briefly browsing the messages sent by this senior, seeing that she had already sent a lot of messages before this, explaining the ins and outs of today's events, Yoo Jimin, who had regained his sanity, rubbed his cheeks and tried to calm down his emotions.

After all, ...... Did oversleep.

The reason why Kim Ji-so told Yoo Jimin about tonight's situation in such detail is actually partly because Yoo Jimin won't reply to the message anyway.

I've done enough of the etiquette that I should do, and Yoo Jimin can't blame myself in the future, can he?

And Kim Ji-so's next message finally made Yoo Ji-min feel better.

"Senior Kim Jiso: I asked the students to help him carry it back, but I can't carry it."

Also...... As far as Kim Jisoo's height is just over 1.6 meters, no, the net height is not even 1.6 meters tall, how can he carry Moon Yingheng.

You know, Yoo Jimin was tired enough to carry him from his living room to the bedroom.

If it's a boy who carries it back...... It's still acceptable, but even so, Kim Jisoo can't be removed from the threat list, even if the two have to work together to build momentum later.

Ernie ...... Cold. ”

Because Liu Zhimin sat up, the quilt that should have been on her and Ning Yizhuo's body showed some gaps, and the heat in the quilt also dissipated a little.

Ning Yizhuo subconsciously reached out to stop Liu Zhimin's waist, making this Ernie give up the idea of going to Wen Yingheng's house to have a look.

"No matter, let's go to bed first, my head still hurts......"

At this time, Huang Jingxi, who had just come out of Wen Yingheng's bedroom, had a red face, and returned to the sofa timidly, recalling the experience he had just had in his bedroom.

Yourself are just ...... Make sure he threw up, right? Who knew that guy had taken off his shirt......

He's already broken anyway! At least judging from his drunken behavior, he can't pursue this matter afterwards, right? Even if it is pursued...... I can deny it myself.

Moreover, Huang Jingxi did it completely out of righteousness, what's the good ...... Kind-hearted.

Huang Jingxi turned on the heating in the living room, and then covered the stall on the sofa on herself.

When sleepiness came, Huang Jingxi endured her exhaustion, took a selfie with the front camera in a commemorative manner, and set an alarm clock at 6 o'clock in the morning before falling asleep deeply.

…………

"Drip, drip, drip."

Entering the code and turning the doorknob, Yoo Jimin smoothly pushed open the door of Moon Young-heng's house.

As soon as I opened the door, my sharp nose seemed to smell something different.

The girl frowned slightly, and looked into the living room following the smell, the blanket was a little wrinkled, and the room temperature was obviously different from usual, as if there was a little residual heat after turning on the heater.

Kim Jiso, they are really irresponsible, how can they leave Moon Young-heng on the sofa for a night?

The girl complained silently in her heart, while shouting Wen Yingheng's name, looking for his traces.

"Wen, Ying, Heng! Got up? It's nine o'clock in the morning. ”

There was a slight smell of alcohol in the air...... There were also some indescribable scents that guided Yoo Jimin towards the bedroom.

Skillfully pushing open the bedroom door, a white flower arm stretched out from the quilt, subconsciously startled, after confirming the muscle lines on the arm, it was determined that it was Wen Yingheng's arm, not someone else's......

Wait, looking inside the quilt from this exposed arm, Yoo Jimin saw a very familiar blue.

It seems to be a down jacket that I put here.

Realizing that something was wrong, Yoo Jimin hurriedly opened the wardrobe that belonged to him.

Not surprisingly, the neat and planned layout was completely disrupted, and the blue jacket that had been hanging was gone.

After a few seconds of silence for the new clothes he hadn't worn much, Yoo Jimin, who was originally angry, felt a little funny...... This Wen Yingheng, why do you want to wear your own clothes when you are drunk?

Is it because it smells like her?

As if he was suddenly laughed at, Yoo Jimin rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, ripped off his tightly covered quilt, revealing the corner of the blue jacket, and then pointed the rear camera of his mobile phone at his annoying face and took several photos.

"I'll keep all these old accounts in mind, and if you don't accompany me with a new jacket...... I'm not done with you. ”

Yoo Jimin...... You wait a minute......" When the girl turned around and was about to go to the kitchen, about to find some ingredients to prepare a temporary breakfast for him, Wen Yingheng suddenly called from behind her.

In this short moment, countless images flashed in Yoo Jimin's head, as if in a TV series, the drunken male protagonist was muttering the name of his beloved woman.

"Hey...... The way you snore, it's so cute. ”

The illusion was shattered, the corners of Yoo Jimin's mouth twitched slightly, and his clenched fist waved in the air: "Go die!" Wen Yingheng! ”

…………

I don't know how long I've been sleeping, but this one is ...... I slept quite comfortably.

Except for waking up in the middle of the night and picking up a coat in the closet to wear, Wen Yingheng's memory of last night is almost zero.

Kim Jiso's words are really unbelievable...... said that he would help himself out, but it turned out that he was drunk like this.

Suddenly, there was a pain in his cheeks, and Wen Yingheng, who originally wanted to stay in bed for a while, instantly woke up.

"Who is so lacking ......?"

Subconsciously wanted to scold the person who disturbed his sleep, but as soon as he opened his eyes, after seeing Yoo Jimin sitting at the head of the bed, Wen Yingheng silently closed his mouth.

"Who else could it be? In this home, does anyone else but me know your password? ”

Perhaps because of alcohol, Professor Wen's smart brain worked a little slower, but it was these few seconds of hesitation that gave Liu Zhimin the opportunity to "kick his nose in the face".

Yes, in the physical sense, kick the nose on the face.

The hot bowl was handed over and pasted on Wen Yingheng's forehead and the seal hall.

"Hurry up and drink this bowl of porridge, you can't have an empty stomach when you're drunk."

"Oh...... Hey, thanks. Wen Yingheng, who was a little weak because he was drunk, sat up, only to find that he was wearing a jacket in a complete vacuum, and the jacket was too narrow to pull up......

The two looked at each other for a moment, then moved their gaze down in tacit agreement.

"Both...... How long have you been friends, why are you doing so much? Liu Zhimin stretched out his hand and pressed Wen Yingheng's hand that wanted to pull the quilt up.