The woman's figure suddenly blurred, and he desperately reached out, but could only grasp at emptiness, eventually being completely swallowed by darkness.
Li Xiaoxiao coldly watched Yan Guobai faint, and struggled greatly to move him onto the bed.
The success or failure rested on this single move.
She turned her head to look at the wine glass on the table, instinctively placing a hand on her lower abdomen, her eyes deep and unfathomable.
The sky was faintly bright as Yan Guobai woke from his hangover, his head splitting with pain, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his head.
Li Xiaoxiao lay sleeping beside him, her face serene and quietly beautiful.
Li Xiaoxiao woke up to the noise, rubbed her eyes and sat up, "It's still early, why are you up so early?"
Yan Guobai said, "How long did I drink last night?"
