The banquet ended, and as expected, Li Jinghan drank too much. When he returned to his room in the small building, the male servant put him on the bed and then left.
Su Jinqi stood with her hands on her hips looking at him, her mind drifting off, unexpectedly reminiscing about the past at Aunt's house when Su Jinrong came home drunk and she took care of him.
She shook her head, not wanting to remember. She crouched down to take off his shoes and socks, muttering, "You'd better have a good tolerance for alcohol, not like my brother, who goes crazy when he drinks too much, making a racket; and not like Mr. Guo, who snaps at everyone, I'm really scared of your sharp tongue."
Su Jinqi stood up, saw that he was lying with his eyes closed, quite peacefully, and felt a bit relieved. She turned around to go to the bathroom to wet a towel and wipe his face.
Perhaps feeling the warmth of the towel, soothingly comfortable, Li Jinghan opened his eyes.