At eleven o'clock, he finally let her rest.
Weilan quietly enjoyed the moment of peace.
As Lu Hechen lowered his head, Weilan's faint fragrance mixed with the scent of beer filled his nostrils. Her head rested on his firm arm, with her hair scattering softly on it.
Lu Hechen really liked this feeling. He buried his face in Weilan's hair, inhaled the scent, and spoke softly, "Weilan?"
Weilan lazily responded with a "hmm," then fell silent.
Holding Weilan, Lu Hechen was a bit surprised. "What's wrong?"
Weilan grasped his hand, seemingly refusing him.
"Weilan, you said you don't have to speak." He defended himself.
The voice carried a hint of grievance, yet his actions remained gentle.
Weilan mumbled, "I'm dizzy, very dizzy. My brain is spinning like it's the end of the world. I feel like I'm going to vomit."
She felt awful from drinking, having been jostled for nearly two hours. Now, she felt extremely dizzy and didn't want to move.
