It was after eleven when the sounds of the door opening were heard outside, Song Weiyi had just climbed into bed but couldn't fall asleep.
At the sound of the door, she practically jumped out of bed and dashed outside.
It wasn't as bad as she had imagined, Pei Yibai wasn't stinking drunk, but even from a distance, Song Weiyi could smell the alcohol emanating from him.
"You're back?" Song Weiyi approached and briskly supported him.
The man's body carried a faint scent of perfume, fresh and crisp, but this fragrance was not that of a man's cologne.
Song Weiyi's heart skipped a beat, could there be something she didn't expect?
"Hmm, you're still up so late? Waiting for me?"
"No, I just hadn't fallen asleep yet," Song Weiyi denied.
She awkwardly helped him to switch on the living room's main light, and the illumination revealed Pei Yibai's condition in crystal clarity.
