Carrying Yao Jing in his arms, Zhao Tian made his way upstairs while Yao Jing, half-drunk, nestled against him with a wine bottle loosely held in her hand.
*hick* "Tina'er~" she cooed softly, the faint hiccup escaping her lips as her voice lilted with drunken affection.
Looking at her blissful face and the pink flush on her face, Zhao Tian shook his head helplessly "You are drinking too much these days..."
Yao Jing just laughed, nuzzling her face on his chest "Tian'er."
Upon reaching her room, Zhao Tian gently pushed the door open with his foot and stepped inside.
The chamber was cozy, and the faint scent of incense lingered in the air.As he walked to the bed, Yao Jing tapped his shoulder "Put me down..."
Hm? With a nod, he slowly placed her down, and Yao Jing felt a shiver down her body as her feet touched the cold floor.
