Lin Xu returned from watching the movie; it was already 11 p.m.
The butler and servants had all gone to rest, and most of the lights in the villa were turned off, leaving only a single incandescent bulb on in the living room.
"Zeqiu?" Lin Xu saw Ji Zeqiu lying on the couch, her expression one of surprise, "Why are you lying here and not sleeping in your room?"
She approached and smelled the alcohol on him, her eyebrows knitting slightly.
Was he drunk?
Ji Zeqiu heard the voice and lethargically opened his eyes.
Seeing the familiar figure, his thin lips pursed, and he wrapped his arms around her, alcohol clouding his judgment. He buried his head in her stomach and sounded somewhat displeased, "Why did you come back so late? Was the movie that good?"
He had been waiting on the couch for an hour or two, only for Mother to return.
And she was laughing so happily.
