The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

Headache......

My temples are throbbing like two construction crews are working.

Ye Shu felt as if her mind was a pot of uncooked paste, sticky and messy.

When he opened his eyes and his vision cleared, he found himself not lying in bed, but on the sofa in the living room.

He tried hard to recall what had happened last night.

Xia Qing was stunned for a few seconds after discovering that her little silver jar had been turned into beer duck.

"My! Limited! Reserve! Beer!"

That cry truly broke the hearts of those who heard it and brought tears to their eyes.

Just when Ye Shu thought Xia Qing was going to come back and beat him up, he saw Xia Qing come back with a bunch of beer, put it on the table, and then pick up her chopsticks and turned her grief into appetite, starting to rave about beer and duck.

"Waaah... my treasured possession... it smells so good... it was worth it..."

If Ye Shu hadn't stopped her, Xia Qing would have almost drunk the soup. Xia Qing grabbed Ye Shu's arm, her eyes a little red, whether from feeling sorry for the wine or the spiciness, it was hard to tell.

"Ye Shu, you have to make it up to me! Come on, drink with me!"

And then... there was nothing.

Oh no, I've blacked out.

He blinked, trying to clear his muddled mind. Just then, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

There's something in my arms...

It smells good, it's soft, and it's still warm.

Ye Shu was instantly numb, and her heart sank.

A ridiculously melodramatic plot, yet one that always seems to work in novels and TV dramas, popped into his head.

A lone man and woman, alone in a room, get drunk and make a scene...

He dared not think any further, and with a sense of impending death, he lowered his head extremely slowly, inch by inch.

The first thing you see is a head of slightly messy long hair, cascading down his neck and chest. Then, you see Xia Qing's sleeping face.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes like two small fans casting faint shadows under her eyes. Her usual flamboyant demeanor was completely gone, and she was sleeping soundly without any guard. There was even a suspicious trace of water at the corner of her mouth.

Although he was mentally prepared, the moment he saw it with his own eyes, Ye Shu's mind still went blank, as if he had been hit over the head with a club.

It's all over! It's all over now!

What should I do now?

A......

What the hell am I supposed to say?! In this situation, if I can't explain myself clearly, the police will just drag me away in their sirens, and I'll have to spend my precious youth working on a sewing machine!

Thinking of this, he lowered his head again and breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, the clothes are still there, which at least proves nothing like that happened. If something had actually happened, that would have been terrible.

Ye Shu's movement made the person in his arms frown slightly. Xia Qing, who was asleep, subconsciously gripped Ye Shu's clothes tightly, which made Ye Shu dare not move anymore.

But she still woke up, her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were somewhat dazed, her gaze sweeping around aimlessly as if trying to figure out where she was. Her beautiful brows were furrowed tightly because of a headache.

Then, her gaze slowly moved upwards, and finally... met Ye Shu's wide-open eyes, which were wide with extreme terror.

Eyes facing each other.

Both of them were stunned.

The next second, Ye Shu clearly saw a blush spread from her fair neck to the tips of her ears at a visible speed, until her whole face turned bright red.

Immediately afterward, her large, bewildered eyes filled with tears, her rims turning red. Her mouth opened slightly, her chest heaving, and a scream seemed about to burst from her throat.

"No! Don't shout! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!!!"

Ye Shu was terrified and practically tumbled off the sofa. He staggered to his feet, waving his arms wildly, and incoherently explained:

"I...I don't know how this happened! We both drank too much last night! Really! I swear! Nothing happened! We were both dressed perfectly! You have to believe me! Really! Nothing really happened!"

He blurted out everything in one breath, his voice trembling. And then, he finally saw the person on the sofa clearly.

It's not Xia Qing!

Those wet, frightened eyes, like a startled fawn; the terror and helplessness emanating from her body; that instinctive defensive posture of curling herself up...

It's An Su-xue!

She's An Su-xue, the girl who's afraid even of normal conversation and needs to hug a carrot pillow to feel safe!

An Suxue suddenly sat up and stiffened when she realized she was wearing Xia Qing's slightly revealing sports vest and hot pants.

She frantically grabbed the nearest cushion and held it tightly in front of her, then scrambled to the farthest corner of the sofa, wishing she could shrink into the sofa cushions.

Seeing her reaction, Ye Shu's heart sank to the bottom, and he could only repeat the words palely:

"Really...you have to believe me...Xia Qing and I drank too much...and then I don't remember anything..."

An Suxue bit her lip tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, her gaze filled with fear and disbelief.

Taking advantage of the moment when Ye Shu was still stammering in his explanation, she seized an opportunity, jumped off the sofa like a startled rabbit, and sprinted back to the bedroom without looking back.

Immediately afterwards, there was a clear "click" sound, and the door was locked from the inside.

Ye Shu stood frozen in the middle of the empty living room, feeling as if the sky had fallen.

The morning sunlight shone on him through the French windows, but Ye Shu felt no warmth, only endless cold.

Will she... will she call the police?

Ye Shu felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and her legs went weak, causing her to collapse onto the sofa.

Was my life, which had just begun to take off, about to be completely ruined before it even officially started, because of some inexplicable memory loss?

Ye Shu sat on the sofa, waiting for her uncle to break down the door, pin her to the ground, handcuff her, put a black hood over her head, and put her in the police car. Then she would sit inside, pedaling a sewing machine and singing "Tears Behind Bars."

Time ticked by in the deathly silence, each second feeling like an eternity. Ye Shu stood frozen in place, awaiting his final judgment.

However, the expected sirens did not sound. Instead, there was a soft "click" from the master bedroom door behind us.

That's the sound of the door lock being opened.

Ye Shu's heart clenched, and she turned around in despair.

An Suxue stood at the bedroom door, already dressed in a pink plush rabbit pajama that covered her from head to toe. She was clutching a half-person-high carrot pillow tightly in her arms, as if it were her shield.

Her eyes were still red, and her fair cheeks still had a lingering blush.

When she realized Ye Shu had turned around to look at her, she froze on the spot, instinctively hugging the pillow in her arms tighter and shrinking her head slightly.

She was finally about to speak: "I've already called the police. You'll be arrested!"

The two stared at each other across the living room, the air so quiet you could hear their tense breathing.

As Ye Shu waited in despair to hear those words, he saw An Suxue seemingly going through a huge internal struggle. She lowered her head and unconsciously rubbed her toes against the floor.

After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice so soft it almost seemed to melt into the air, stammering:

"Um...I...I think I...remembered a little...No...it's not your fault..."

After saying the last word, she seemed to have used up all her courage. Not daring to look at Ye Shu's reaction, she immediately turned around and darted back to the bedroom as if fleeing. The door was gently closed, but there was no more "click" sound of it being locked.

...I don't blame you?

These three words, like a ray of sunlight piercing through thick dark clouds, suddenly shone into Ye Shu's gloomy world.

He stood frozen in place, taking a good dozen seconds to process what the sentence meant.

I'm... I'm saved...

An angel! This must be an angel!

Thinking about those cases in the news where someone could be sent to jail just for scratching their own leg, I just cuddled someone and took a nap. Shouldn't I be dragged out and shot for five minutes?

But... but she actually forgave herself like that?

Now it was Ye Shu's turn to want to cry.

It seems that God still loves him. What did Ye Shu do to deserve such an understanding roommate?