Had it not been for his notorious history of falling over, Zhao Mengmeng wouldn't believe that he wasn't drunk.
"Fine fine fine, you're not drunk, it's me who's drunk."
Arguing with a drunk about him being the tallest and handsomest was somewhat challenging for Zhao Mengmeng, hence her attitude was quite perfunctory.
"You're not drunk… then why… did you sit so far away?" Pei Chenyang, shaking his head, realized the distance between him and Zhao Mengmeng was too great, frowned, and was displeased.
"You reek, I dislike it."
Pei Chenyang's movement halted, he raised his head in confusion, "You dislike me? Smelly? How… wife, disliking her husband…"
He adapted to the role quite quickly, but did she agree to it?
Zhao Mengmeng rolled her eyes at him, "Don't flatter yourself, I'm not your wife."
This status, unlikely to be realized any time soon.
It's not that Zhao Mengmeng has no favorable feelings or emotions towards Pei Chenyang.
