And inside the room, there was a distinct smell of alcohol.
"Tan'er, I'm fine," Mo Liancheng said lying on the bed, his voice soothing.
Qu Tan'er pursed her lips tightly, grasping his hand firmly, and whispered reproachfully, "Who told you to drink so much? Do you have a death wish? Knowing that you get targeted for assassination every so often, you still dare to get drunk. If there's a next time, I won't care for you anymore."
Closer to Mo Liancheng, one could smell the faint scent of alcohol on him.
Moreover, his cheeks and earlobes, delicate and beautiful as jade, were flushed with the effects of liquor, a particularly exquisite and charming form of beauty.
However, she was in no mood to appreciate this.
"Alright, alright, there won't be a next time," Mo Liancheng responded, clasping her hand. "Tan'er, help me sit up."
"Okay." Qu Tan'er carefully helped Mo Liancheng sit up, then provided a shoulder for him to lean on.
