Qiao Jing also instinctively caught Zhan Qipei. In an instant, the strong smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of Qiao Jing's shower gel.
Qiao Jing, supporting Zhan Qipei, intended to walk him to his room and asked, "Why did you drink so much?"
"Hmm..." A hint of lucidity flashed in Zhan Qipei's drunken eyes.
Qiao Jing didn't speak. She helped Zhan Qipei to his room and tried to unlock his door but found it jammed.
The door lock clicked twice but didn't budge. Qiao Jing blinked her eyes. "Is it broken?"
Zhan Qipei clung to Qiao Jing, wrapping his arms around her shoulders without a word.
Qiao Jing hesitated for a moment, then took Zhan Qipei back to her own room, placed him on her bed, and prepared to sleep on the couch herself.
Her slender wrist was grabbed by a large hand that pulled her forcefully into his embrace. A deep voice resonated next to her ear, "Where are you going? The bed is here."
