Zhao Qing nodded gently, letting Qi Yun support her as they walked towards the opposite door, her whole body relying completely on him.
Qi Yun originally wanted to pick her up and carry her, but felt it might be somewhat inappropriate. After much effort, he reached Zhao Qing's door, freeing up a hand to take the keys from her hand and opened the door.
The light inside was dim. He helped Zhao Qing into the house and gently placed her on the sofa.
"Xiao Qing, rest for a bit first. I'll pour you some water. If I'd known your alcohol tolerance was poor, I wouldn't have let you drink." Qi Yun said softly.
Zhao Qing nodded slightly, her eyes misty, muttering, "Brother Qi, I'm not drunk, I can still drink..."
Qi Yun ignored her, turned around and went into the kitchen, soon returning with a cup of warm water.
"Here, drink some water." He helped Zhao Qing take two sips, then gently set the cup down, preparing to turn and leave. "Well, Xiao Qing, rest well, I'm heading back now."
