Jin Zelin stumbled forward drowsily, reaching Qin Song's door, he pushed it open boldly, and swaggered in, then plopped down on the bed.
Qin Song squinted his eyes: "..."
This guy, just fell asleep like that?
Still wearing his clothes, reeking of alcohol, without even taking off his shoes...
Qin Song felt a bit helpless.
He couldn't stand a messy room, much less anything dirty, but now...
The person was him!
Alright, Qin Song took a deep breath, he'd tolerate it!
He walked over and helped Jin Zelin take off his shoes, placing them on the floor.
Can't let him sleep with his shoes on, what does that even look like?
After Jin Zelin sprawled out on the bed, he let out a long breath, his broad chest rising and falling rhythmically.
Qin Song just watched him, and at this moment, his sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed, his deep eyes tightly shut without the usual mischievous look, while his handsome nose outlined a perfect face.
