Huang Lingyu knelt on the cashmere carpet of the suite in the Xinyue Hotel, her fingertips hooking a pair of disposable slippers. Yang Hui's ankle felt warm in her palm.
Yang Hui had drunk quite a bit tonight, and the delayed effects of the alcohol were making him dizzy. Huang Lingyu was putting the hotel's slippers on him.
"Run the water... I want to take a bath."
He issued the command from the sofa, but this time, Huang Lingyu didn't obey. Instead, she said softly, "You can't take a bath when you're drunk. It's bad for you. I... I'll help you to the shower."
After speaking, she saw that Yang Hui seemed to have fallen asleep on the couch. She thought for a moment, steeling herself. Her fingertips hooked the hem of Yang Hui's T-shirt. After helping him take it off, she moved her hands to his belt.
