"I'm not drunk, drink more."
Qing Yuan complained dissatisfiedly, with her slightly flushed cheeks close at hand, clear enough to see the tiny pores on her smooth, jade-like skin.
"You can't drink anymore, just go to sleep."
Mu Fan subconsciously held his breath, cleaned up the clutter on the bed, and extinguished the lamp and candle.
"No, I want to drink more..."
Qing Yuan's dissatisfied complaint quickly faded.
Soft moonlight seeped through the cracks in the window, casting mottled spots of light on the ground.
Mu Fan listened intently to Qing Yuan's even breathing, without any painful groans from injury.
He breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes with peace of mind.
Exhausted from the big battle, his body was worn out from the half-night's journey.
As soon as his nerves relaxed, fatigue set in, and with the help of the alcohol's sedative effect, he soon fell into a deep sleep and entered the land of dreams.
