"Ruiyang..."
The murmured voice arose from her lips just then.
Ye Shaoting paused for a moment before sitting up straight.
The woman on the bed frowned, and even in her sleep, she wore an uneasy expression.
"Tsk, this kid has stirred up quite a mess of romantic debts."
Exhausted by her antics, Ye Shaoting decided to rest for a while; there were two beds in the room.
The next day, Ye Shaoting was awoken by the faint sound of crying.
He held the back of his hand to his forehead, his head aching, "What's wrong now?"
Because he had just woken up, his voice was a bit hoarse; on the other side, Zuo Qing sobbed softly.
"Last night we, we..."
Her voice trailed off in fragments, tender as water and carrying a hint of grievance and helplessness.
"Nothing happened last night, don't overthink it. You were drunk, I saw you wandering outside and was afraid you would encounter danger, so I brought you back, that's all."
