Zhuo Xiangqiao helplessly watched the person beside him who was subconsciously clutching at his clothes. He reached out and took hold of Lin Yue's hand that was tugging at his clothes, yet she continued to fidget on the bed, her face flushed from the alcohol.
"Uncomfortable, Xiang Qiao, uncomfortable..." Lin Yue murmured in a low voice, the aftereffects of the Qingjiu now fully hitting her, as if a layer of mist had blurred her vision.
"I'll get a towel to wipe you down," Zhuo Xiangqiao said to Lin Yue as he laid her on the bed, looking at her face drunk with intoxication, he couldn't help but rub his forehead.
He recalled the last time Lin Yue got drunk, how could he forget the scene of Lin Yue's drunkenness the last time!
Had he known, he would have never let them be so reckless!
