Leng Siche looked helplessly at the unconscious little girl, ultimately having no choice but to take her back to the place where he lived.
Upon his return to the country, his family had arranged for him a secluded villa. Leng Sichen had moved out of the main house several years prior.
Back at home, Leng Siche carefully helped the girl onto the bed, then pulled up a chair to sit by the bedside, greedily admiring her sleeping face as if he couldn't get enough.
The girl seemed totally at ease, soundly asleep and sweet.
He had expected her sleeping posture to be as bold as her personality, but to his surprise, she curled up snugly like a sleepy kitten, her cheeks a rosy flush from the alcohol, exceptionally adorable.
Leng Siche took off her glasses, and that slight movement made her frown discontentedly, seeming rather uneasy.
He examined the ordinary glasses closely, finding nothing particularly special about them, yet she appeared to be quite dependent on them.
