That night, Gong Beiming fell asleep, leaning against Chi Xiaoyu's embrace.
He had drunk some alcohol.
She held him like that at first, on the couch, where it was somewhat uncomfortable for the two of them huddled together.
Later, she nudged him, only to have him slip right onto the floor.
She simply brought over a quilt from the bed and slept on the floor with him.
Fortunately, the high-end cashmere carpet was very comfortable, and with the quilt spread out, it wasn't much different from a bed.
She picked up the first-aid kit that Butler Shi had brought, and carefully dressed Gong Beiming's wounds.
Gently caressing his handsome yet pale face, a twinge of heartache spread within her heart.
Quietly, very tenderly, she lowered her head and left a soft kiss near his lips.
"Gong Beiming, I like you too! I really really like you..." A sweet, faint smile emerged on her lips.
