Ling Hua's body touched the bed, and she quickly became drowsy, falling asleep almost in the blink of an eye.
After drinking three large bowls of alcohol, Yan Qing felt a burning heat in his chest and belly; it was bearable before getting into bed, but once in bed, he felt as though his entire body was on fire, especially with a warm and fragrant soft jade person sleeping beside him. The scent that cured his seasickness crept quietly into his nose, making his mind race, and his entire body felt as hot as a branding iron, sweating profusely.
He cursed under his breath, "What damn liquor."
He could neither sleep nor lie down anymore.
So, he sat up, quietly got out of bed, and scanned the room. Besides the bed, there was not a couch or footstool where he could lie down a little further from Ling Hua to sleep, so he had no choice but to push the door open and walk out.
The attendants in the courtyard had already rested, and all was very quiet.