Inside the room, QingWu was still sleeping deep.
Xiao Chenyuan strode to the bedside, immediately checking her pulse. When he confirmed that she was still breathing, he let out a sigh of relief.
He tried pushing QingWu, but she showed no response, which made him furrow his brows.
Faintly, he caught a whiff of alcohol on QingWu. There was something oddly mixed with it.
Xiao Chenyuan called her name, but when there was still no response, his frown deepened. He didn't waste any more time. He removed his cloak, wrapping her up tightly, and held her close. Just as he was about to leave, he felt a sudden movement in his arms.
Looking down, he met her half-drunk, dazed eyes.
She squirmed slightly, as if she had found a source of warmth and nestled into Xiao Chenyuan's embrace.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Chenyuan noticed her strange behavior.