Aselia's POV
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Xiran held me close to him, for how long? I didn't know. All I cared about was staying as close to him as possible, with his arms engulfing me in a soft embrace.
"My dear, if you are not feeling up to it then we don't have to attend the after-party. I can take you back," he finally stated, seeing I was making no effort of leaving his lap.
"No, no, we owe this much to Rivan. We have to go," I replied without showing any endeavour of getting down and walking on my own. I cradled his neck. He smiled at me and asked:
"You want me to carry you, isn't it."
