He placed her on the sofa and let her sit down.
He squatted in front of her, coaxing her like a child:
"Sit still, I'll go make hangover tea for you. Don't move around, you know?"
Qiao Xu looked at him, seemingly understanding and nodded.
Lu Moqing gently rubbed her face, and got up to go to the kitchen.
The next second, Qiao Xu, who was still sitting on the sofa, suddenly got up and clung to his back, her arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders, refusing to let go.
Lu Moqing: "..."
He couldn't help but laugh as he looked back at the woman burying her face in his shoulder and asked helplessly, "What's wrong? Didn't I tell you to sit still?"
Even though he was saying this, he didn't push Qiao Xu off his back; instead, he held her tightly with both hands, afraid that she might fall down accidentally.
Qiao Xu glanced at him, her eyes reddening from the alcohol.
