Drunk people are the most shameless; even if they sleep like a dead pig, there's no need to worry about not being able to get home.
Zhuo Feng and Xiao Xian managed to get Feng Xing back home, and the usually short four-story staircase felt as difficult as scaling mountains and rivers tonight. Dumping Feng Xing into bed, Zhuo Feng collapsed onto the sofa.
Xiao Xian arranged the Daffodil, then went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Seeing the water, Zhuo Feng reached out eagerly, only to have Xiao Xian slap her hand away, "Auntie, this is hangover medicine, not for you to drink." What Xiao Xian had brewed in the cup was hangover medicine she had incidentally brought from Zeng Xuerou's place a few days ago, initially planning to research how to improve its taste, but now it came in handy. Feng Xing had to work tomorrow, and drinking a cup would guarantee he'd be full of energy.
