"Wanwan..."
He tried to awaken Xiang Wan.
Hearing his voice, Xiang Wan unconsciously responded, "Mm-hmm..."
Zuo Xingyun was somewhat surprised, propping himself up to look at her, and seeing her eyes still firmly closed, he tucked her in and lay back down with his back to her.
Perhaps it was the discomfort from drinking too much that made Xiang Wan toss and turn restlessly, the persistent shifting disturbing anyone's ability to fall asleep.
Unable to bear it, Zuo Xingyun temporarily moved the dividing line aside, using his arms and legs to pin Xiang Wan in his embrace, his voice deep and low, "Stop moving, sleep well..."
At that, Xiang Wan truly settled down, and her breathing soon became even.
The scent of the girl, mixed with the smell of alcohol, lingered at the tip of the nose, more intoxicating than the strongest liquor, parching one's throat.
The night stretched on endlessly.
...
The next morning.
