He held a warm cup of milk in his hand and handed it to Xia Weiyi, his expression soft as he said.
"Weiyi, you drank alcohol tonight. Have some milk now, it'll make you feel better, and then get some rest early."
Xia Weiyi stood at the door, looking up at Xu Zhiye who was on the balcony, but did not move.
How did he know her habits so well? It seemed that from the very beginning, this man had known her like the back of his hand—with an almost excessive consideration for her clothing, food, living, and travel.
Xu Zhiye watched Xia Weiyi looking at him thoughtfully and, with his sensitive mind, of course he knew what the little woman in front of him was thinking. He gave a smile and explained, "Shasha told me that you're allergic to alcohol..."
Xia Weiyi finally relaxed a bit, accepted the milk, and thanked him.
At that moment, Ye Che's tormented voice came from the bedroom: "Weiyi... don't go..."
