Though she spoke with reproach, Lian Qiao's tone was exceptionally gentle as she helped him upstairs into the bedroom and directly pressed him to sit on the sofa, then went to the bathroom to draw a hot bath for him. Coming back to find him lying on the sofa, listless, she bent down over him as if coaxing Little Bunny, cajoling him gently.
"Hurry up and take a bath, you reek of alcohol!"
With a long arm, Xing Liehuo wrapped her in his embrace, refusing to let go. He stood up, frowning, lifted her once and again, and sighed heavily.
"Ah, my sweetheart seems to have gained a lot of weight. Son, grow up quickly and come out! Your dad is almost being tormented to death by you..."
Speechless and helpless watching this drunkard, Lian Qiao forcefully pried his arms from around her waist and gave him a hard slap.
"Stop dawdling and go wash up. The water will get cold soon, and I'm too lazy to attend to you."
