When Giotto woke up, his temples felt a little swollen, thirsty, and dizzy.This feeling is not unfamiliar, every time he drinks too much, he wakes up the next day like this.

Giotto leaned against the bed and lost his mind for a while, the feeling of hangover made him look a little sluggish, even the blond hair on his head seemed to be dimmed.

"Knock, knock..." Three rhythmic knocks sounded on the door!

Giotto looked up at the door, "Come in." He squeezed the space between his brows, as if this would relieve his tense spirit.

G came in neatly dressed with breakfast in hand.

In the past, these things were done by maids, but at this time, he was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep all night, how could he miss this opportunity!

"Primo, I brought you breakfast."

Giotto watched G lower his head and lower his eyes, but he didn't dare to look at himself... He was almost used to it.It has been like this several times in the past, but he has never known why.

I don't know now.

But after meeting son A, it might not be so.

The morning sun shone in from the window, and Giotto sat on the head of the bed a little tiredly, with fluffy and unmanaged blond hair hanging down softly, making Giotto look like a lion that has not yet woken up. Elegant and lazy, it almost makes people forget his strength.

"Thank you very much." Giotto got off the bed and rubbed his eyes, "I'm going to wash up first, you don't have to stay here any longer, go do your thing."

G's eyes dodged, his ears turned red, and he answered vaguely.There is no such thing as the mature and reliable Pengelie Lanshou who faces other people outside.

Giotto put his head closer to see if he could make out something.

But G took a step back in reaction, and his waist hit the table leg, causing him to grunt in pain.

Giotto quickly grabbed his arm and put his hand on the waist where he hit the corner of the table, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong? I'm sorry G..."

The moment G was touched by Giotto's hand to his waist, his legs were a little unsteady, but when he heard Giotto's apology, he immediately retorted, "No. Primo, I was at fault. You don't need to apologize."

Giotto looked at G helplessly, and shook his head, "If I hadn't come over suddenly, you wouldn't have been taken aback. How could it be your fault?"

G shook his head, not agreeing with Giotto's statement.He will have such a big reaction, of course there is a reason.It's just that Giotto didn't know the reason.The temperature on his waist made G feel that his face was slowly heating up, so he pressed his hand on the back of Giotto's hand, and then he couldn't give up, but had to push Giotto's hand back.

Giotto looked at his tightly held hand, "..."

"I'll go see if Lan Bao has woken up." G let go of his hand, and strode out hurriedly, afraid that he would not be able to resist the temptation.

Giotto: "..."

Doesn't Lan Bao always wake up when he sleeps till the end?

***

After breakfast, Giotto "coincidentally met" Chaoli Yuyue, Damon, and Arnold along the way.

Before approaching, Giotto smelled the alcohol on Zhaoli Yuyue's body.A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he walked closer.

The smile on Zhao Li Yuyue's face did not reveal that he was drinking too much, "Good morning."

Giotto nodded, "Good morning, Ugetsu." After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help asking worriedly, "Did you drink a lot yesterday?"

Chaoli Yuyue was taken aback.

"For the sake of your body, let's exercise some restraint." Giotto patted Zhao Li Yuyue's shoulder.

Zhao Li Yuyue smiled helplessly, "I see."

It's a pity that the smell of alcohol that he kept on purpose... is not caused by drinking too much.

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