"Sister Qin, what should we do now?"
Huan Huan, having calmed her anger, looked at Dazhuang with pity as he lay unconscious from drunkenness.
I sighed helplessly, knowing it was inappropriate to send him back to his own room at this time.
Firstly, I didn't know if that couple had finished their business, and secondly, I thought that Dazhuang wouldn't want to see Qi Molli now.
"Help me, and we'll take him to my room," I said.
Unexpectedly, Huan Huan replied, "Let's take him to my room instead; it will be easier for me to take care of him."
"It looks like you've also had quite a bit to drink; are you okay?" she asked with concern.
In the end, Huan Huan still supported Dazhuang to my room.
As she put it, we were both quite drunk, and someone would need to clean up if we ended up vomiting later.
At first, I didn't feel too bad, but somehow, as soon as I touched the bed, I became unbearable, feeling dizzy and finding it hard to stand.