Tianxing clutched Yuntian's clothes, her vision blurred with tears. Her head grew heavier, and finally, everything went dark as she fell unconscious into Yuntian's arms.
Her fair cheeks were tinged with a rosy hue from the alcohol, her brows tightly furrowed, her petite nose bright red, eyes shut, and sparkling tears still hung on her long lashes. She looked pitiful and immensely endearing.
Yuntian pressed his lips together, his gaze at her was deeply complex. He lowered his head, kissed away the tears from her lashes, and lifted her into the car.
Upon returning home, the servant was waiting for them in the living room. When the door opened and he saw Yuntian carrying Tianxing inside, he hurried to greet them and asked, "What happened to Miss Tianxing?"
"Prepare a bowl of hangover soup for her," Yuntian said, lips pressed together.
"Yes," the servant hurried back to the kitchen.
Yuntian carried Tianxing upstairs, brought her back to the bedroom, and laid her on the bed.
