Su Yaoguang tugged at her clothes, only to have Zhou Wangshu hold on tightly, making it impossible to pull free.
She gently patted his back and lowered her voice: "Alright, it's too late, let's rest for today and talk about it tomorrow."
Ever since Zhou Wangshu returned, he's been stuck to her like glue, and she couldn't pull her arm away. Now her hair was dry, and she wanted to go to bed, but he wouldn't let go.
She called his name, and he ignored her.
One might say he was drunk, rendering her unable to break free.
"If you don't want to move, just sleep here. Shall we go to bed now?" Su Yaoguang coaxed.
The unresponsive Zhou Wangshu finally made a sound, wrapped his arms around her neck, and, with sleepy eyes, led her to the bed.
At the bedside, he pressed her onto the bed, holding her tightly.
