Translator: Pika

  Pei Mianman was sharp-witted, and there was no way she could believe that someone of Zu An’s character would bother to send a drunk friend home, and even be willing to stay the night.

  Zu An’s face went rigid. “I was looking for something too,” he admitted.

  Pei Mianman probed further. “What were you looking for?”


  Zu An shook his head while putting on his clothes. “I can’t tell you. It involves too many other things.”


  Pei Mianman snorted...