Xia Liyou walked into the room, where a subtle aroma of alcohol lingered in the air.
Subconsciously covering her nose, the smell grew stronger the further she moved into the room.
Not until she saw Ou Chengtian, leaning against the bathroom door with a bottle of wine in hand, his eyes dull and unfocused, his face filled with an expression she couldn't discern — was he crying or laughing?
A sharp, intense scent wafted from him.
Apparently, he was so drunk that he had lost consciousness.
Xia Liyou approached him worriedly, put her hand on his shoulder, and gently shook him, saying, "Chengtian, Chengtian, wake up. It's me, Liyou. Come on, wake up."
Ou Chengtian's body moved a bit, and his lips slightly parted, but he didn't utter a word.
As if he had regained some consciousness, he drifted back into unconsciousness.
Sitting on this cold floor, Xia Liyou was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she lifted his hand, put it around her neck, and helped Ou Chengtian up.
