Xi Muchen thought to himself that Xia Wanwan, that girl, was always so carefree with him, and right now she was probably sleeping soundly.
With his long, straight legs, he walked unsteadily to the room's door. Though slightly tipsy, he tried his hardest to be as quiet as possible, doing his best not to disturb her.
The room was dim, and Xi Muchen didn't dare to turn on the light. It wasn't until he approached the bed that he realized it was empty—where was Xia Wanwan's figure?
As he turned on the light, he saw the small figure curled up on the couch, and his heart instantly softened.
Was this girl…waiting for him?
Guessing this possibility, Xi Muchen's eyes and eyebrows involuntarily softened. He walked over to the couch almost tiptoe, bent down, and picked her up.
Xia Wanwan smelled a strong scent of alcohol in her sleep: "Mmm…"
