This time, Shen Ruoxi didn't wake up, and only her slightly heavy breathing quietly came from the room.
"Is she ill? So unalert."
The shadow, who was Jun Moling, wondered to himself.
He thought for a moment, then gently pushed open the window.
In a flash, he entered the room, then carefully closed the window again.
The room was dimly lit, with only a faint lamp near the door to help her see at night.
Jun Moling slowly approached her bedside, only to find her sleeping soundly, with her cheeks unusually flushed, and the warm air she exhaled carrying a wine-sweet fragrance.
Jun Moling was both amused and exasperated, teasing, "How much did you drink to get this drunk?"
Originally, he had come tonight to claim credit, intending to ask her if he should be thanked for successfully resolving the dispute between her sister-in-law and herself, while also seeking a bit of interest.
Unexpectedly, she had drunk herself into a drunken stupor.
