Yan Yan covered her with a blanket, feeling it was noisy here, and the wind was a bit chilly. Fearing she wouldn't sleep well, he simply carried her downstairs.
After settling her in, he returned to the rooftop to continue drinking and chatting with his pals.
Yun Qiluo had no alcohol tolerance. Out of curiosity, she sneaked a small sip of cocktail behind Yan Yan's back, and now, even asleep, her face was still red.
Tired as she was, even without Yan Yan, she slept like a log, sprawled across the bed.
When the man returned to the room again, he saw her spread-eagle on the bed, mouth slightly open, little face flushed, snoring and talking in her sleep.
Yan Yan listened for a long time but couldn't understand what she was mumbling. He turned to the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, she was still asleep.
Not only was she talking in her sleep, but her hands and feet began to move.
Her small body started to wriggle.
Suddenly, she shouted, "Fu Lifei, just wait for me!"
