With great difficulty, Dong Xin Yan helped Ziyang upstairs, then supported him into the room and laid him onto the bed. She let out a big sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Ziyang looked slender, yet he was surprisingly heavy.
Dong Xin Yan sat at the bedside, panting heavily. After resting for a while, she got up, helped Cheng Ziyang take off his coat, socks, and shoes, and then pulled up the quilt to cover him.
The aftereffects of the alcohol seemed to be gradually kicking in. Cheng Ziyang was sleeping very uncomfortably and restlessly. His brows were furrowed, sweat kept seeping from his forehead, and his cheeks became increasingly red.
Dong Xin Yan got up quickly, went to the bathroom, wrung out a warm towel, and gently wiped Cheng Ziyang. Then she got up again, left the room, went into the kitchen, poured a glass of milk, heated it, and brought it back to the room.
"Ziyang, have some milk to sober up."
