Yi Roujing, who had never taken care of anyone before, looked at Ding Ancheng, who was supposedly drunk and being helped to bed by Yi Weiliang, and sighed.
"Sis, you rest, I'll wipe him down." Yi Weiliang couldn't bear to see his sister waiting on someone, so he fetched water and brought over a cloth towel.
"His alcohol tolerance is so low, just a few drinks and he's like this. I didn't even try hard." Yi Weiliang muttered.
"Why get him drunk?" Yi Roujing said helplessly.
"Last time when he came to the house, he was so arrogant. I couldn't stand it, so this time I got back at him and gave you some relief as well." Yi Weiliang grinned.
"But this kid's attitude is really good this time. No matter what I say, he doesn't get mad, just smiles at me. Sis, what's going on? Is it that he likes you a lot?" Yi Weiliang asked with his eyes bright and full of concern.
Yi Roujing couldn't help but chuckle. She wasn't sure, but hearing this made her heart uncontrollably speed up.
