Sheng Yeli helped the person into the room, and as soon as the door was closed, he glanced at the one leaning on him and said, "If you don't want me to throw you onto the ground, stand up straight yourself."
"Tsk, you really are heartless!"
Xu Weiran opened his eyes and managed to steady himself.
He had indeed had quite a bit to drink today, but his alcohol tolerance wasn't bad, and he wasn't so drunk as to be unconscious.
After steadying himself, he took a look around and said, "So this is your room? It's just like you, cold and uninviting, without a trace of warmth."
Having said that, he walked over to the large bed in the center and sat down with a plop.
Just as he was about to lie down, he heard Sheng Yeli's voice ring out again in a cold tone, "You're sleeping on the sofa."
Xu Weiran: "I don't have the energy. I can't get up."
"Do you need me to help you?" Sheng Yeli asked with a cold face.
