It seemed that he was really drunk.
Li Yinian was a bit relieved. She had started to regret her impulsiveness, but since he was drunk, he shouldn't remember that she had been here.
Knowing that Ji Shiting wasn't a nosy person, she reckoned that he should probably help her keep it a secret.
Li Yinian closed the door and walked to the bed, sizing him up.
The man's eyes were closed, covering his peach-blossom-shaped eyes. He looked more mature, and his handsome face looked more unapproachable.
Perhaps because he was uncomfortable from being drunk, but his breathing was unstable, and his eyebrows were furrowed. However, he didn't look tipsy. It only smelled like alcohol when he was close.
Li Yinian sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned closer. Her long hair fell and scratched his face, but the man didn't notice it.
She couldn't help sliding her fingers from his forehead to the bridge of his nose and then to his lips.
