"Are you still feeling unwell?"
The next day.
As the rooster let out a series of long crows, the sun slowly rose from the east.
In the early morning, under the covers.
Su Qingqing stroked Ye Huan's face, looking full of concern.
Ye Huan smiled and said, "I'm not feeling unwell anymore."
Though he hadn't felt bad from being drunk, Huan didn't bother explaining.
Su Qingqing sighed with relief, then pouted, looking dissatisfied: "It's all the village chief and the others' fault. You drank so much, but they kept toasting you until you got drunk."
"It's okay, they were just being hospitable."
Ye Huan gently stroked the hair of the beauty in his arms, saying softly, "Alright, get up now. Let's go back to the Capital City early, I have some matters to deal with."
"No, let's sleep a bit longer."
Su Qingqing snuggled closer with a coquettish charm, holding Ye Huan even tighter.
