Han Junyan’s thick brows furrowed, his face losing all gentleness. "You kept saying you wanted to marry me back then, and you were so proactive. Now you’re denying it? Miss Lianyi, do you perhaps think that I, Han Junyan, harbored ill intentions towards you first?"
He preempted her.
When drinking with He Xiaolüyi, she had understood her feelings towards herself from the drunk He Xiaolüyi’s words, which was why she had been so proactive towards her.
"I… I… I…"
He Xiaolüyi was overwhelmed with shame, biting her red lips and trying to recall what had happened back then, but her head ached terribly, and she couldn't remember anything.
"I'm sorry, I… I can't remember anything."
"Heh, I thought you were deeply in love. I didn't expect you to be this kind of person." His expression turned grim. He casually picked up his phone from the table and dialed a number. "I've already called the police. Miss Lüyi can file a complaint with them. I, Han, am willing to take responsibility."
"Ah, this…"
He Xiaolüyi froze. As she was unsure what to do, the voice of a police officer sounded from the other end of the phone. Startled, she immediately hung up.
"No, no, no, I didn't mean it that way."
She threw the phone aside, her pearly teeth biting her red lips. "I just… I just didn't expect myself to lose my composure after drinking."
Embarrassed, she covered her face with her hands. "What did I even do back then?"
Seeing that she had taken his words to heart, Han Junyan raised an eyebrow on one side of his face. "You didn't do anything. It's my fault for bringing a drunk you back to the room. This way, you wouldn't have the chance to make advances on me and provoke me. It's also my fault for my lack of virtue after drinking."
He casually picked up a bath towel to cover himself and got up to leave.
After he left, Xiaolüyi curled her toes tightly in distress and pulled the quilt over herself. "I… I don't blame you. It's me, it's my fault."
He Xiaolüyi quickly sat up and grabbed his hand. Gathering all her courage, she said, "I… I… Mr. Han, it's true that I like you."
If she didn't like him, she wouldn't have kept his sketch photos all along.
Because she sat up too quickly, she even forgot that she was completely naked.
Han Junyan turned back, drawn by her tug. The alluring sight that met his eyes made him restless, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
However, he maintained his gentlemanly demeanor. "Miss Lüyi, mind your words. I, Han, am simple. If I were to believe your nonsensical tales again later and do something I shouldn't, it would ruin Miss Lüyi's reputation."
"Oh dear, I really… really didn't mean to."
He Xiaolüyi knew Han Junyan was angry. In her haste, she pulled him closer, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him directly on the lips.
He Xiaolüyi had never made such an intimate gesture. Even her kiss seemed clumsy.
But after kissing for a while, Han Junyan remained unmoved. Only then did she slowly let go of him, pouting her lips, and regretting, "Can you… please don't be angry? It's my fault. I shouldn't have said that to you."
She drooped her head, only then realizing she had lost her composure. She immediately sat back, leaning against the headboard, and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt. "I've always had a low tolerance for alcohol. How could I have known that when I got drunk, I would confess my feelings to you, and… and shamelessly 'make advances' on you? It's all my fault."
Han Junyan’s plan had succeeded. A faint smile flickered at the corner of his lips before disappearing.
"It's my fault. I couldn't restrain myself when I was drunk."
He sat on the edge of the bed and said indifferently, "I'll give you one hour to consider. If you change your mind, you can call the police anytime to hold me accountable. I, Han Junyan, will never evade my responsibility."