Chapter – 73
Luo Shuxin handed the honey water to Jiang Jian.
“Do you want to hear the truth?”
“Why are you giving it to me? Drink it yourself,” Jiang Jian pushed the cup back. “What truth?”
Luo Shuxin said, “I’m drunk.”
Jiang Jian: “……”
No. I don’t think you are.
What kind of drunk person says they’re drunk?
Luo Shuxin continued, “I just opened the car window. The wind cleared my head a little. But I should still be drunk. I feel like my tongue is a bit thick when I talk.”
“Is it?” Jiang Jian asked.
“I think so,” Luo Shuxin said.
He leaned against the kitchen counter and drank the honey water calmly. Looking at Jiang Jian’s reaction, it seemed the slurring wasn’t obvious.
Jiang Jian suddenly felt a little thirsty.
They had already bought water at the barbecue stall earlier, but someone had gone crazy from drinking and wouldn’t let him drink any.
Jiang Jian turned around and took a cup to get water. The kitchen water was always warm and ready to drink.
“Why didn’t you let me drink water earlier?”
Luo Shuxin tried to remember. He had been more drunk at that time, so his thinking was blurry. He could only guess from memory.
“Maybe I thought you were holding a bottle of baijiu.”
Jiang Jian: ?
Luo Shuxin gave him a look that seemed to say, “You should understand.”
Jiang Jian suddenly realized. During the later part of Truth or Dare, he had also lost one round. Luo Shuxin had even helped him take a punishment drink.
At that time, Jiang Jian didn’t think much about it. He was even happy to see Luo Shuxin get drunk, thinking it was karma.
But now he understood. Luo Shuxin had seen him act crazy when drunk before, so this time he was deliberately being careful?
“My drinking behavior isn’t that bad, right? Did I really leave you with psychological trauma?” Jiang Jian asked.
Luo Shuxin said it wasn’t about that. What he worried about was Jiang Jian’s habit of following anyone who reached out to him when he was drunk.
Jiang Jian looked speechless. “Are you any better? Do you want to see where you are right now?”
When Jiang Jian pulled him into the car earlier, Luo Shuxin hadn’t resisted at all. Wasn’t that also following whoever pulled you?
Isn’t that just the same thing?
Jiang Jian finished a cup of water. “How drunk are you now? If we score from 0 to 10, how many points?”
Luo Shuxin thought for a moment. “Six? Or seven.”
That high?
Jiang Jian honestly couldn’t tell at all.
Suddenly, Jiang Jian felt mischievous. He pulled Luo Shuxin straight from where he was leaning against the counter and pointed at the path from the kitchen to the living room.
“Come on. Walk in a straight line. Let me see.”
Luo Shuxin looked too normal. Jiang Jian didn’t expect him to actually listen.
But Luo Shuxin really put down the cup and walked along a straight line.
He walked very straight. He had aimed at a tile line on the floor and stepped along it. Of course it was straight.
Jiang Jian clapped from behind. Now he believed Luo Shuxin was truly drunk.
Hearing the applause, Luo Shuxin turned back seriously. “What’s wrong?”
Jiang Jian shook his head and gave a thumbs-up. “Very straight. Extremely straight!”
Jiang Jian thought about how embarrassed he had been at Luo Shuxin’s house that day. This time, he took the initiative to ask if Luo Shuxin wanted to shower.
Luo Shuxin thought about it. “Okay.”
Jiang Jian quickly prepared a towel, toothbrush, pajamas, and pants for him. He even patiently explained which side was hot water and which side was cold.
After explaining everything, he started rubbing his hands and walking in circles outside the bathroom door, anxious like a father waiting outside a delivery room.
If Luo Shuxin fell inside, he would ignore his dignity, rush in, and carry him out.
And it had to be a princess carry!
Carry him, throw him on the bed, cover him with a blanket — every step had to be done.
He waited outside for about three minutes when the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Luo Shuxin came out fully dressed — still wearing his previous clothes.
Jiang Jian: “?”
Luo Shuxin asked, “Why are you walking in circles at the door?”
Jiang Jian: “……”
Jiang Jian walked away from the bathroom door with a blank face.
He went back to his bedroom, opened his unfinished English homework, read one line, and suddenly buried his face on the desk.
Squatting outside someone’s bathroom like that… he looked like a pervert!
And he had been caught!!
Obviously Luo Shuxin was the one who was drunk. But from their behavior, Luo Shuxin looked normal, while Jiang Jian looked like the one whose IQ had been lowered by alcohol.
Jiang Jian covered his face for a while. He sincerely hoped Luo Shuxin would have the kind of drunk blackout where he forgets everything — especially the part where Jiang Jian squatted outside the bathroom door.
He felt awkward for a while. He couldn’t focus on homework, so he took out his phone and searched things like “signs before drunk blackout,” trying to comfort himself.
After searching for a bit, he heard a soft click from the bathroom. He thought Luo Shuxin had showered quite fast.
But the next second, Jiang Jian’s face fell — he hadn’t fallen in the bathroom!
What a pity!
While feeling regretful, Jiang Jian got up to receive the not-so-drunk drunk person.
Just as he reached the door, he heard another click from next door.
Jiang Jian’s heart jumped. He immediately opened the door and went out to catch him.
Luo Shuxin was standing at the door of the room next door. The door was open, and the light inside was on.
But he didn’t go in. He just stood there and looked inside.
The hallway lights were off. Only the light from the master bedroom fell onto his face.
He had just finished showering. His hair was still wet, water dripping from the tips. The light shone on his face, like a smooth layer of glaze over his naturally pale skin.
With his eyes lowered, he looked unreal — like a fine piece of porcelain that had turned into a spirit.
Jiang Jian: “……”
The room next door was the master bedroom. It used to be where his mother slept.
After his mother left, the room had barely been touched. Only Aunt Zhou would occasionally go in to clean the surface dust.
