Huo Feng, inebriated, held Pu Sangzhi while leaning on her shoulder, incessantly mumbling fragmented words.
Pu Sangzhi softly responded to him.
As she responded, gradually, Huo Feng in her arms fell silent.
"Huo Feng?"
Turning her head, Pu Sangzhi glanced at Huo Feng nestled against her shoulder.
She saw him with his eyes tightly closed, his breathing neither shallow nor deep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically, indeed appearing to be asleep.
At such close distance, Pu Sangzhi quietly observed his sleeping face, noting how, under the dim light, Huo Feng's beautiful lips, the smooth lines of his nose, lips, and chin, and his impeccable handsome appearance easily stirred her heart.
The breath he exhaled still carried the scent of alcohol, coming in waves over Pu Sangzhi, making her head feel slightly swollen.
At this moment, the more she gazed at Huo Feng, the more she felt a sense of intoxicating infatuation...
