Zuo Xingyun was speechless. If he had known earlier, he would have skipped the dinner to accompany her; in his presence, she wouldn't have dared to drink so much.
He patiently pushed her back onto the bed: "Go to sleep."
Xiang Wan thought he chickened out and clung to his hand, refusing to let go: "Don't run away, no going back unless we're drunk! Whoever chickens out is a dog!"
In this situation, Zuo Xingyun couldn't help but think about how much fun she must have had at the dinner and how freely she drank.
A little white flower, untainted by a speck of dust, had actually learned the ways of the drinking table. He couldn't stand it.
He wrapped her tightly in the blanket and warned through gritted teeth: "Xiang Wan, you'd better sleep tight and not make me clean up after you!"
