At this moment, with one person outside the door and the other inside, they simultaneously opened the door to the bedroom.
Ye Che looked up and saw Xia Weiyi standing in front of him, her long hair casually tied up with a playful lock of hair falling seductively by her ear, wearing a light aqua-colored spaghetti strap nightgown that further accentuated her fresh and sweet allure.
However, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes the moment she saw him, followed by her face clouding over, the tear stains on her cheeks faintly visible.
She had been crying—
Ye Che felt a sudden pang in his heart; his vision blurred for a moment, and he leaned, staggering, against Xia Weiyi's shoulder. Xia Weiyi quickly reached out her hands, holding Ye Che's body and leading him into the bedroom.
Ye Che placed most of his body weight on Xia Weiyi, his drunken state rendering his walk unsteady. Xia Weiyi, struggling to support him, finally managed to get him onto the bed.
