He lay there weakly, motionless, with a slightly evasive look in his eyes as he asked, "What happened to me?"
Whew, Chenxing patted her chest and let out a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay. You were probably drunk. It's good that you're awake now, that's all that matters."
Her gaze darted around the room before she ran over and picked up a slightly cool cup of hangover tea. "Here, drink some tea. It's for sobering up. You were a bit scary when you were drunk just now, but it's fine now."
Memory slowly trickled back. He retained fragments of what had happened earlier. When he looked at Chenxing, his eyes carried hints of guilt and embarrassment. He wasn't fully sober, and like a puppet doll, he let Chenxing feed him an entire bowl of hangover tea. He parted his lips slightly: "Chenxing? Where's my brother? Where is he?"
"He's at home. He twisted his ankle and is resting in bed. How are you feeling now?"
