Only after finishing speaking did I realize, and couldn't hold back from opening my eyes and griping.
"Seriously, waking us up in the middle of the night for this? Couldn't you just go to the hospital directly?"
"It's just that I trust you more." Qing Yi chuckled and hung up the phone.
He handed the phone back to the drunkard, but saw that the drunkard had closed his eyes again.
Qing Yi could only put the phone back himself.
Since the bedside table was on the drunkard's side, to put the phone back, he had to lean over him.
Qing Yi bent over, stretched out his hand with the phone, leaned over the drunkard, and placed the phone back on the bedside table, just like before.
It didn't seem like a big deal at first, but when he felt someone's warm breath spraying on his neck, Qing Yi was momentarily stunned, only to realize later that this posture seemed a bit... ambiguous.
