His robe was messy, revealing his well-built chest muscles and his smooth, white skin as snow. His face was ruddy, and his flesh was hot.
She immediately knew that he didn't use his spiritual power to digest the spiritual wine.
She stood up and went to the kitchen to make something for him.
"Brother, can you hear me?" She woke him up to let him digest the spiritual wine and eat something.
(Do I use 'digest' correctly here?)
"Yue'er… It's so painful... here." He muttered to himself and kept calling her name.
Shenlian Yingyue hurriedly put her two fingers on his wrist and breathed a sigh of relief that he was fine.
However, she smelled the gloomy breath in this room, and Shenlian Yinzhu refused to open his eyes.
As she was thinking if she should force the wine out of his body by herself, the drunk man suddenly opened his eyes.
