She had fallen asleep, and he wasn't in much of a mood either.
Perhaps this was the sweet burden of love, as if his soul and body were severed from each other. Part of him missed her dearly, while another part wanted to be loved by her before he could continue to long for her.
Forget it. Ignore her hand and just get some good sleep.
...
However, a bit later in the night, Bo Yan still got his wish.
Xia Siyu had drunk too much beer. It hadn't seemed like a problem when she went to bed, but a few hours of sleep later, she got up to go to the bathroom—after all, three bottles of beer, 1500 milliliters—that called for a bathroom break, didn't it?
And since the aftereffects of beer weren't strong, she was pretty much sober after relieving herself. Realizing she hadn't brushed her teeth, she quickly rinsed her mouth.
When she returned, Bo Yan was also groggily waking up.
