"Tsk." Someone chuckled in the darkness. His voice was very pleasant. "How much did you drink? If I had known, I wouldn't have let you touch the wine."
Qiao Nian was actually conscious. However, after talking to Bo Jingxing, her thinking abilities were impaired by the alcohol.
She could still hear his voice. It seemed helpless and doting.
Her eyes were extremely bright in the darkness, and she called out his name again in a low voice. "Ye Wangchuan?"
"I'm here."
This time, the person in the darkness responded quickly.
Qiao Nian felt him pull her hand away. The cold towel brushed past her cheek, and he said with a smile, "What a drunkard."
The cold touch left her face, and Qiao Nian vaguely heard him say, "Wait for me. I'll get another towel."
