After the song, no one knew when, but Zi Xuan had already fallen into a deep sleep on Shen Zhui's shoulder.
Shen Zhui lowered his gaze to the boy who was younger than him. The boy had naturally charming features, and there was always a trace of unresolved sadness in his brows, especially when he was asleep.
Gently picking up Zi Xuan, Shen Zhui carried him back to his room, then returned to his own. As he collapsed onto his bed, he immediately fell asleep.
No sooner had he closed his eyes then Shen Zhui bolted upright in a daze, somewhat bewildered by his surroundings.
He had a slight headache; the alcohol was not entirely gone. The drawback of not using Qi to expel the alcohol was evident at that moment. Once it permeated his body, it would be even more difficult to eliminate.
The night was still far from over, and the sky was in total darkness. Suddenly, Shen Zhui wasn't sure what to do.