Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 200 - 137. If we can’t make it through, breaking up is also an option.

Huo Yihan said impassively, "Drank too much."

He understated it.

Upon hearing these emotionless words, Xu Moyi’s tears immediately rolled out. She glared at him with her big eyes, biting her lip, "Huo Yihan, I hate you to death!" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Huo Yihan watched her cry, initially feeling a bit baffled, not understanding what this troublesome girl was up to again.

It took him several seconds to react. He propped himself up against the headboard, his eyes sweeping over her, his thin lips curling into a sexy, roguish smile, "You wouldn’t think we slept together, would you?"

Seeing his nonchalant smile, Xu Moyi cried even harder. If there was a knife nearby, she would have rushed over and gouged out his eyes.

Huo Yihan seemed a bit helpless, retracting his mischievous smile and pulling back the covers, "Alright, alright, stop crying. We just slept on the same bed, didn’t you see I’m still in yesterday’s clothes?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Moyi stopped sobbing, but tears still fell as her eyes scanned him back and forth.

The usually neat shirt and suit pants were now full of disheveled wrinkles, obviously slept in with his clothes on.

So... nothing happened...

She sighed with relief, "Then where are my clothes?"

She kicked him without a second thought because when she woke up, there was an extra man in bed, her dress was gone, she was only wearing a robe, and her entire body felt sore as if it had been taken apart.

Wasn’t that the feeling of being run over by a car? So naturally, she thought of that.

"You threw up all over yourself, I had someone change you," he said.

The tears stopped, her ears grew a bit hot, "Then... why were you sleeping on the same bed as me?"

Huo Yihan lazily replied, "It was too late, I was tired."

She grumbled, "Couldn’t you open another room?"

Huo Yihan bullshitted earnestly, "You cried and begged me to take care of you, I’m kind-hearted, otherwise, with your flat little figure, how could someone like me, Huo Yihan, sleep on the same bed?"

Xu Moyi instinctively glanced down at her chest. Though not voluptuous, she was at least a C-cup, so she bit her lip and couldn’t be bothered to argue with him.

A few seconds later, she returned to her cheeky self and thanked Huo Yihan with a mischievous grin, "Thank you, President Huo, for not overstepping your bounds."

Huo Yihan, with his hair in a mess, looked at her expressionlessly.

Damn, in her eyes, am I just that unfulfilled?

He tossed the phone beside him into her arms, lay back under the covers, and closed his eyes, "Call my assistant, have her send over two sets of clothes, then go to Jinyun Square to buy me breakfast. I didn’t sleep well, so be quiet."

Feeling guilty, Xu Moyi switched to a more obsequious tone, "Alright, alright, Mr. Huo, you rest well, I’ll call from the bathroom."

As she spoke, she climbed out of bed.

She walked into the bathroom with her phone, closed the door, and looked at herself in the mirror, dazed for a long time before irritably scratching her head.

A lone man and woman in bed after getting drunk, and yet nothing happened, Huo Yihan really doesn’t see her as a woman...

Why does this feel more upsetting than being slept with?

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When Nan Wan woke up, the spot next to her was already cold.

She groped for her phone and checked the time: 9:47.

Did she sleep that long?

She rubbed her eyes, sat up in bed, and waited a bit before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

When she went downstairs, Aunt Zhou was playing with Barton with a furball in the living room. After some time spent together, she wasn’t afraid anymore, and even liked it.

She walked up to the coffee table, poured herself a glass of water, and drank, "Aunt Zhou, where is he?"

Aunt Zhou patted Barton’s head, threw the ball for it to play on its own, and walked to Nan Wan’s side to answer, "Sir went to work. He specifically told me not to wake you, to let you sleep until you woke up naturally."

"When did he leave? Didn’t he have breakfast?"

Aunt Zhou said, "He left at eight and didn’t have breakfast, said he drank too much last night and didn’t have an appetite."

Nan Wan responded faintly, sitting down on the sofa, sipping water, and casually playing with Barton, who was circling at her feet.

Upon seeing Nan Wan on the sofa, Zhao Ying went upstairs voluntarily to tidy the bedroom.

Aunt Zhou didn’t stop her because she couldn’t handle everything alone.

She told Nan Wan, "I wasn’t sure when madam would wake up, so I didn’t cook in advance for fear the food would get cold. Please wait a moment, I’ll go now."

Nan Wan nodded, put the cup on the coffee table, picked up the furball on the carpet, and tossed it repeatedly, "Make it light, no meat."