"Heir Pei, it's inappropriate for men and women to be close." Qu Fulan sat up wrapped in a quilt, weakly emphasizing.
Although saying this to a drunk might not be useful, it was worth a try.
"I didn't kiss you."
"...Heir Pei, you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk, I'm very sober."
Ha, what drunkard would admit they're drunk?
"Alright, you're not drunk, but you should go back to rest; there's a hunt tomorrow."
"You go to sleep first."
"But I can't sleep with you here." Qu Fulan couldn't argue with a drunk; she was feeling a bit frazzled.
Pei Ji'an responded with an "hmm," but didn't leave, resting his chin on his hand and watching her.
In the dim light, his gaze was gentle yet hazy, clearly showing he was drunk.
Qu Fulan reiterated, "If Heir Pei stays here any longer, my reputation will be ruined if others find out."
"I'll marry you," he said.
Qu Fulan couldn't help but roll her eyes; you wish.
"Rolling your eyes is ungraceful," he said with a frown.
