Lin Qi finally managed to help Huo Tingdong up the stairs.
When they reached the living room, the man stubbornly slouched on the sofa and refused to move.
Lin Qi couldn't get him to budge and was just fretting over it when the man suddenly pulled her into his arms, collapsing onto the sofa with her.
Fortunately, the sofa at home was big enough to accommodate two people lying on it.
Lin Qi gave up on reasoning with him.
What kind of rationale can you have with a man who's drunk?
Luckily, he was a good drinker. Although he was a bit disoriented when drunk, at least he didn't go into a frenzy. At most, he would just act a bit rascally, and he became clingier than when sober!
Huo Tingdong hugged her tightly like clutching a cloth doll, his head leaning in close, his thin lips coming to a halt just an inch away from the tip of her nose.
He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, "Wife, you smell so good..."