The man muttered incoherently, "Ke'er…"
Qiao Ruoxi tried to break free from the awkward situation. "Sir, if you're thirsty, I'll get you some water."
"Ke'er… don't go…"
"Sir, I'm not leaving. I-I… I'll get you some water."
Qiao Ruoxi's hair stood on end and her heart was in her throat.
"I don't want water… Ke'er…"
He kept saying that he was thirsty but he didn't want water. Was he crazy?
When Qiao Ruoxi struggled to get up again, she was caught off guard.
"Ke'er, I only want you…"
'Wrong, wrong…'
Qiao Ruoxi finally understood that he was thinking about a person's name.
'Is he misaking me for the person he misses because he's drunk?'
"Sir, I'm not… Please let me go…"
Qiao Ruoxi was terrified.
…
The morning light shining into the room was blocked by the heavy curtains. The room was still dark, and the girl in his arms moved slightly because of her sleeping posture.
