Xi Han kneeled in front of her, holding her hand, fingers interlocked, "Hmm, I'm not drunk."
Zhe Ye saw that she was indeed reasonably sober, and advised, "It's getting late, you should head back to your room and rest."
Ruan Li nodded, gathered the gifts she received from the New Year's Eve.
As she stood up, she felt a bit dizzy and fell back onto the sofa, bouncing twice, but resolutely clutching her gifts.
Zhe Ye seeing her like this, asked, "Do you want to carry them back to your room?"
Ruan Li, hugging the gifts like protecting a cub, looked at Zhe Ye with a naïve yet wary face, and stubbornly said, "Not for you, they're all mine."
Zhe Ye was speechless for a moment, and helplessly said, "No one's snatching them from you."
Bai He said, "Ruannuan, I'll help you carry your things back to your room."
Ruan Li pursed her lips, her moist eyes landed on Bai He, as if contemplating his reliability.
She nodded heavily twice, "Alright, Bai He, help me take them up."
