“Damn…”

Pan An slowly opened his eyes. His head was throbbing—the aftermath of the hang over he had last night when he abruptly drank one bottle of wine when he was just in his room.

Pan An blinked his eyes a few times. ‘Where am I?’ he thought as his eyes scanned the room, his eyebrows slowly creasing when he noticed that he was in a different room.

‘This… Shu Xian?’

When Pan An suddenly remembered that Shu Xian now owns this vacant room, he abruptly sat up, making him groan once more when he suddenly felt the rush—his headache, worsening by the second.

It was as if someone was striking the gong hard!

“Arf arf!”

Wan Wan barked, making Pan An look to his side to see the white, fluffy dog. It put its paws on the side of the bed as it started licking the professor’s face, a faint smile appearing on his face.

“Wan Wan,” Pan An said her name as he gave her a pat on the head. “Where is Shu Xian?”

Pan An found it slightly foolish to talk Wan Wan as if it was a human. The dog just barked at him as it ran off from the room, Pan An blankly staring at the wall clock present in the room.

‘6 AM… even when drunk, my body clock didn’t betray me…’

Pan An’s mind started to wander off. He recalled what could have happened last night.

He wondered why he was in Shu Xian’s room. The last memory he could recall was that he drank the bottle of wine quicker than he could, making him drunk in an instant.

Overcome with his memory of Ruo Xi as well, Pan An knew that he could get drunk in an instant other than drinking the wine bottle in one down.

It was always like this with him. Every time he drinks when he’s down, he would always get drunk in a jiffy.

“Shit!”

Pan An exclaimed rather loudly. He knew well that this is now Shu Xian’s room and that this is her third day staying at his home.

If he was drunk last night and he let his emotions run loose, could it be that he went here without him knowing?

Damn—he couldn’t even recall what had happened last night!

“Shit…”

Pan An frustratingly ran his hand through his hair, his head, throbbing as he forced himself to remember what had happened before he passed out.

“What happened? Where’s Shu Xian?”

With him feeling uneasy with the thought of being in Shu Xian’s room, Pan An couldn’t help but stand up from the bed. He didn’t care that his head was aching even though it seemed like with every step he took it was like a button for his brain to throb.

‘Shit, shit shit… I really don’t remember anything!’

Pan An stopped in his tracks by the doorframe. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt his stomach churning, seemingly about to throw up at any second if he continued to move quickly.

The smell of garlic and onions being fried wafted in the room, Pan An snapping away from his thoughts. Even though it smelled delicious as he could deduce that maybe Shu Xian was cooking omelet, he did not like the thought of eating.

He feared that he may just have to throw them up after he ate the dish.

“Arf arf!”

Wan Wan came as if to get Pan An. The dog started prancing her paws right in front of him, acting cute as it bobbed its head to the side.

Pan An probably knew what the dog meant. It was a gesture for her to call him to a meal that Shu Xian was preparing.

Pan An then slowly walked towards the kitchen. As he did, he saw the young lady’s back, the figure oddly calming him the moment his eyes landed on her back.

Shu Xian had her hair in a messy bun. She was already wearing her casual clothes, in preparation to go to the university.

She held a ladle, getting soup from the pot on the stove. She then served the soup in a bowl, making her slowly turn her body to place it on the table.

“Oh!”

Shu Xian’s eyes slightly widened, seeing Professor Pan An already in the kitchen.

“You’re awake,” she commented, a little hint of awkwardness etched in her voice.

“En.”

Pan An started to feel uneasy. He awkwardly sat on a vacant seat, his eyes settling on the egg fried rice that was in the middle of the table.

‘I thought she was cooking omelet…’

Shu Xian walked carefully towards Pan An’s side. She then served him cream of mushroom soup, the professor blinking his eyes a few times as he did not expect to have a different breakfast meal from hers.

“This… you didn’t have to go through the trouble—”

“Oh, it’s fine,” Shu Xian interrupted, removing the apron as she hung it on the hook found on the kitchen’s wall. “With how drunk you were last night, how could you not have a hang over now?”

When Shu Xian said this, Pan An’s body stiffened. He slowly turned his head to look at her, his eyes showing embarrassment as he tried his best to mask his shyness by trying hard to change the tone of his voice to something firm.

“Y-you…”

But when he stammered, his efforts were blown away. Even the pitch of his voice went slightly higher—making Shu Xian raise a brow at him in shock!

Pan An cleared his throat, wanting the ground to swallow him up already.

“Sorry… I didn’t expect to barge myself in your room,” he mumbled, but it was enough for Shu Xian to hear.

“Yeah,” the young lady replied, her eyes narrowing as what she said next made Pan An drop the spoon on the table, its sound, ringing in his ear as he felt his face heat up in sheer embarrassment.

“You not only barged yourself in the room you offered to me… but you almost barged yourself in my body, too.”