The young painter Zhu Liyuan went away from home for six years. Six years later, he changed his name and returned to China to pick up his paintbrush. On the plane back to China, he met his future boss, Tang Ze, the owner of Tang Gallery.
At the celebration banquet after the art exhibition, Zhu Li pretended to be drunk and wanted to escape, but inexplicably ran into Tang Ze's bed.
It's too late to regret it before it's cooked.
"Well, last night..." Zhu Li pondered the lines. Did he mean that we should just pretend that nothing happened, or did he say that I'm sorry, I'm really sorry for you, I'll book a flight right away and disappear in front of you...
"Now that it happened, you have to be responsible for me."
For a moment, Zhu Li thought that he was hallucinating, not only hearing hallucinations, but also visual hallucinations. Because the smiling face in front of him really didn't look like he was hurt.
"This is my first time, so you have to be responsible for me." Thinking that he didn't hear, Tangze repeated it again. That expression was absolutely serious.
Zhu Li stared at his face without missing a trace of his expression, fearing that he had seen something wrong. "I dare to ask what responsible means..." He asked cautiously.
Tang Ze blinked: "After all, we just met, it's a bit too fast to make an engagement or something... Why don't we start dating first."
Zhu Li opened his mouth wide. After a while, he touched it with his hand to make sure that his jaw had not dropped.