At the same time, Gu Yun no longer insisted on the habit of wearing only a layer of clothing to float around in the cold winter in his older years. The two of them each adjusted a little of themself to fit with the other, a quiet understanding emerged between the two people, there was no need to express it with words.

Chang Geng wanted to put his hands into his arms, but the drunkard didn't cooperate, his martial arts were outstanding, leaving him helpless.

Chang Geng: "Zi Xi! God... How much did you drink? Have you lifted your ban today?"

Gu Yun groaned, placing the weight of his whole body on Chang Geng, his hands caressing his waist disorderly. While Chang Geng was busy dealing with him, he pushed him to the desk. At the same time, he secretly opened his eyes and swept his gaze across Chang Geng's shoulder — the letter that he had forgotten about was there and had not been opened yet!

Gu Yun's heart was filled with great joy of luck. He pretended to be drunk, stumbling, and hit the desk on his side, knocking it over. With a bang, the paper and pen on the desk hit the ground. Chang Geng was almost brought down by him.

Chang Geng hurriedly supported him. He even half dragged and half hugged the troublesome man to bed. He was tossing around until sweat gathered on his forehead.

The drunkard still refused to lie down obediently, vaguely pulling him and shouting: "Beauty...don't go. "

Chang Geng asked abruptly, "Who are you calling?"

Gu Yun: "...Darling Chang Geng."

His voice was low and hoarse, and was a little mumbly, making Chang Geng's scalp numb.

Gu Yun spread his arms: "Lie down for a moment with yifu... yifu loves you to death... "

Chang Geng: "..."

He was used to tidiness. In fact, he wanted to turn around and gather the collapsed table and the fallen items. However, with Gu Yun clinging so tightly to him, he was in a dilemma between ‘cleanliness’ and ‘lust’, in the end, His Majesty succumbed to the latter. He turned over to turn off the lights and pulled down the bed curtains.

When Chang Geng returned to his senses the next day to try to clean up, he discovered that the letter which he could not gather the determination to open was missing from the pile of important and unimportant things on the table. Only then did he know that he had let ‘beauty make his mind faint’ and was fooled by a certain someone once again.