Excited?

  Qian Cheng returned home, always feeling restless and uneasy, as if there was something on his mind. He lay on his large bed, constantly thinking about what had happened at the bar.

  "What's wrong with me?! Why is my heart racing so much? It's just Yumei getting drunk, isn't it? I don't need to feel so guilty! What's going on?" Qian Cheng closed his eyes, but in his mind, he couldn't stop replaying the scene of him holding Yumei's hand.

  He patted his own head, "What nonsense am I thinking! Am I sick? Geez, and what that host said about an angel in the dark, I'm like, how could I possibly be his angel, two big men. Unless he's a woman..." As soon as he thought of this, Qian Cheng suddenly sat up straight.

  "I'm still confused about what happened at the last party, but thinking back to that night, the girl who was with Yuan Da looked a bit like Yimeng. Could it be Yimeng?" Qian Cheng nodded, then shook his head, "But it's not necessarily Yimeng just because she's a girl, right? He can't disguise himself as a girl, can he? It's just... ugh." Qian Cheng flipped over onto his stomach, buried his face in the bed, and blinked repeatedly, looking like he was really troubled.

  The sun was shining brightly, and it was another happy morning. Birds were chirping outside the window, sounding very cheerful. At this time, Qian Cheng arrived at the dining hall with two panda eyes.

  "Master, what's wrong with you? Why are your eyes so dark! Didn't you sleep well?" a maid asked with concern.

  Qian Cheng rubbed his eyes with his hands, "Yeah! Didn't sleep well, I'm so annoyed." Qian Cheng then picked up the milk on the table.

  The maid placed the breakfast on Qian Cheng's side, "Young master had a drink yesterday, right? This is specially made for you, eat slowly." The maid said with a smile and walked away.

  "Drinking? Yimeng also drank, and he even got drunk. I'll bring him a meal." Qiancheng thought to himself as he sipped his milk, but suddenly put down the cup. "Hey, why did I think of him? I must still be feeling guilty about Yimeng getting drunk. Yeah, that's it." Qiancheng nodded vigorously to himself, afraid that he would get confused again and lose track of things.

  "Never mind, whatever the reason is, just bring him one anyway."