Ye Nanshen shook his head, struggling to focus on the woman approaching him. He murmured faintly, "Little Qi…"
The woman neared, swaying as she walked. Her makeup and clothes resembled Rong Qi's, and she had a similar figure.
"Little Qi…" Ye Nanshen repeated, "Didn't you go home? Why are you here?"
Suffering from severe headaches and fatigue, Ye Nanshen struggled to see clearly under the flickering dim lights, but he could make out a figure resembling Rong Qi.
The woman, hearing herself called "Rong Qi", flashed a moment of viciousness in her eyes. She smiled softly, "Ye Nanshen, you're tired. Let me take you to rest, okay?"
Sitting beside him, Rong Feiyu wrapped her arm around his, her face full of admiration and love. It was her first time being this close to Ye Nanshen, the man who exuded an intimidating aura yet was so captivating.
