After seeing off Mou Chenyi, Gu Qian turned around and went upstairs, pondering over the words Mou Chenyi had just said to her. She couldn't make sense of it no matter how hard she tried. Everything seemed fine when they returned from outside earlier. What exactly had happened to make Mou Chenyi say such things?
Back in the bedroom, she saw Mo Beichen lying on the bed. Perhaps the light was too dazzling, as he raised a hand to cover his eyes. He seemed quite uncomfortable, and his breathing was a bit heavy.
She sat down beside the bed and instantly smelled a strong scent of alcohol. Seeing his furrowed brow, she climbed onto the bed, sat cross-legged, and placed his head on her lap, massaging his temples with just the right amount of pressure.
"You know it's uncomfortable, so why drink so much?"
