This guy drank too much last night, and Jian Anning, all by herself, put forth a Herculean effort to finally drag him back to his room. As she had just managed to get his body to the edge of the bed, perhaps because of the way he was lying, Yu Zexiao unceremoniously threw up with a loud "Wa."
But even when he was drunk, the germaphobe tendencies in Yu Zexiao's brain hadn't gone on strike. Smelling the pungent odor all over himself, he refused to rest obediently in his own room.
Jian Anning was about to have a breakdown! At four in the morning, she had dragged the completely inebriated Yu Zexiao back. After he threw up, she reluctantly took him to her own room. She cleaned his dirty clothes, wiped the floor, changed the sheets, washed the clothes, and by the time everything was in order, the sky was already showing the first light of dawn.
