[MTL, BL] Horror Game Live BUG is Actually Me (Book 1)

Chapter 62 - The Way of Apologizing

Fu Yan woke up and looked at the white ceiling, and it took a while to realize that this was his home.

——Why did I come back...?

Fu Yan blinked slowly and dazedly, but no matter what, he could only vaguely remember the scene where he fell on Cen Yi's bed. Could it be that Cen Yi and the others sent them home later, but they couldn't remember the fragment?

Fu Yan thought about it for a while, but had no answer. He slowly wanted to get up, but when he got up, he felt his head dizzy and his whole body was erratic. Obviously, the stamina of alcohol was at work.

"Hey..." Fu Yan had to sit on the bed with his head propped up to slow down. He now knows that his alcohol intake is really not that good, and he can't play like this in the future when there is such a game.

However, after coming to this world, there is still the experience of drinking and getting drunk, which is quite amazing to think about.

After a while, Fu Yan got out of bed. He was so thirsty that he wanted to go to the toilet, so he had to urge himself to get up. But as he walked out of the door, he felt his mind spinning again, and he almost fell down on his face. He had to lean against, or rather cling to, the wall beside the door, waiting to slow down.

A pair of arms "picked" him off the wall.

"How can you do this without looking at you?" Fan Xiang was able to carry it with all his strength, and it was easy to pick up an adult man. He sent Fu Yan back to the room: "You can't stand up, so you can't lie down honestly?"

Although Fan Xiangyi was very strong, he really didn't know how to hug people, so Fu Yan struggled to pull it off. He said: "I'm going to the toilet, and drinking water... let me down!"

Fu Yan's voice was really hoarse, and Fan Xiangyi frowned: "Let you down? Roll down the stairs?"

After speaking, Fan Xiangyi carried him downstairs. The boss thought that Fu Yan was in a hurry and that the stairs were not easy to walk. He jumped up on the handrail, and then fell straight to the first floor. He put Fu Yan at the door of the bathroom, and Fu Yan almost collided with the door frame.

Fan Xiangyi was startled, and grabbed him again: "Can you stand still!"

"Your level of holding people..." Fu Yanzheng was uncomfortable, and his mouth was not polite, "I might as well be direct. Roll down the stairs." As

he said, he pushed Fan Xiangyi away, entered the bathroom, and slammed the door shut, almost hitting Fan Xiangyi on the face.

Fan Xiangyi: "..."

Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door finally reopened.

As soon as Fu Yan stepped out, he was startled by Fan Xiangyi, who was leaning against the door: "...you are so elusive and do nothing!"

"I thought I would hear the sound of your falling."

"It's a pity that you didn't hear it."

"You've been quiet inside for so long, and you fell asleep?"

"Can you wait for me?" Fu Yan frowned, and his tone was mixed with impatience, "I thought I was going to vomit, so I waited for a while."

Fan Xiangyi asked, "Have you vomited?"

"No. Cen Yi said it would be nice to vomit, but I don't want to slap my throat." Fu Yan raked his hair and walked to the kitchen staggeringly, "So stay away from me, otherwise I don't know when I'll be on you."