After I finished my shower, I came out.
Lysander had gone back to talking with "Ala Star."
The two of them weren't bothering with private messages; instead, they were chatting in the comment section, with many other people watching for updates besides me.
[Bro! Thank you so much! After she heard my childhood trauma, it completely smoothed over the relationship with my parents.]
[She should like me a bit.]
"Ala Star" clearly didn't believe what he said and asked for more details. After asking, he went quiet.
[Do you think she's feeling sorry for you?]
[How could she not? She's worried I'll get lost at the hospital, doesn't that count as caring?]
[...I guess if you say it's caring, it's caring.]
[Bro, last trick, this one's sure to work. As the saying goes, a man's three parts drunk, and you'll make her cry. Pretending to be drunk is the best way to warm up the feelings!]
[But I don't drink.]
[No need to actually drink. Just make sure you smell like alcohol.]
[Got it.]
I also got it.
So, Lysander had been pretending to be drunk all this time.
I always wondered why, after three years, the only time I saw him drink was that one occasion. I sat on the bed, trying to stifle my laugh.
How could anyone use the same dating tricks after amnesia? About an hour later, I heard a loud thud from outside the room. It had begun.
Our famous actor Lysander was putting on a show.
Just the thought of me going down to act with him made me want to laugh.
Lysander was still outside, persistently making noise.
I steeled myself, pushed the door open, and saw a figure crash to the floor in the dimly lit living room.
The sound of the wine bottle and glass clinking soon followed.
I walked over to Lysander, guided by the moonlight spilling into the living room.
On the floor lay the 1982 luxury red wine I had someone buy for us.
This little act was costing me dearly.
I felt a pang of regret but slowly walked over to Lysander.
He reeked of alcohol, his shirt unbuttoned in several places, revealing his very clear collarbones.
I swallowed instinctively. Great.
Once again, I was hooked by his looks.
Lysander looked at me, his mind not fully clear, and smiled faintly, slurring, "I misunderstood them."
The "them" was probably referring to his parents.
To my surprise, he continued with the act.
Years later, suddenly feeling regretful for misunderstanding his parents and drowning his sorrows in alcohol... this plot was too believable.
I had to admit, he still knew what he was doing, otherwise, I wouldn't have been so easily fooled. I reached out to steady his unbalanced body, frowning, "How could you drink? You've just had an accident. Don't you care about yourself?"
Lysander silently retorted, "I didn't drink that much."
"You didn't drink that much? This bottle is empty! Is this what you call not much?!"
Lysander looked at me, a little upset, and smiled at me, "You're worried about me."
Almost instinctively, I blurted out, "Of course, I worry, after all, you're my..."
"My what?"
"My boss."
Lysander looked a little disappointed, mumbling, "But I don't want to be your boss."
I raised an eyebrow. "Then what do you want to be?"
Under the moonlight, all I could see were his eyes. Clear, serious, and intense.
Three years ago, he had the same look when pretending to be drunk. At the time, I thought he was actually drunk.
I never noticed the hidden affection in his eyes back then.
Everything around us was silent, the only sound was his heartbeat.
Lysander opened his mouth, but without the aid of alcohol, he still couldn't say "I like you."
I felt a little irritated.
I had confessed so decisively back then, but now he was hesitating. Three years ago, I took advantage of his drunken state and kissed him.
And three years later, I did the same thing.
I stood up and pressed my lips against his. Lysander's eyes were filled with shock, and his whole body stiffened, not daring to move. After a moment, I pulled away, and we locked eyes.
"Lysander, will you still remember this tomorrow morning?"
He nodded then shook his head, looking utterly confused, like his ability to think had been taken away.
I smiled lightly.
"We'll see tomorrow morning. For now, go back to sleep."
