If Jiang Chen were to sober up later, he would probably want to slap himself even more.
"Ugh..."
Nothing ever came out, no matter how much he retched.
This kind of dry heaving is actually even more exhausting.
When his dry heaving gradually subsided, Pei Yunxi carefully propped him back onto the bed and went to pour a cup of hot water.
It's said that when you're drunk, you speak the truth.
Likewise.
Only in certain specific scenarios can one truly see into a person's heart.
Pei Yunxi, who didn't really treat him like a boss on normal days, tirelessly fed him water, wiped his mouth, and finally helped him off with his jacket and tucked him in.
By the time she finished, her forehead was covered in tiny beads of sweat.
Without any hint of complaint, Pei Yunxi straightened the corners of the quilt, stood straight up, let out a soft breath, and touched the fragrant sweat on her forehead.
The other party had temporarily quieted down.
