Shen Qingqing was drunk, and Jiang Zhixun couldn't leave her alone at the guesthouse.
He helped her take off her shoes and then her heavy coat, tucking her under the blanket.
With nothing else to do, he just sat by the bed, lost in thought.
Unconsciously, his gaze fell on Shen Qingqing's face.
Her face was flushed, likely from the alcohol, and Jiang Zhixun inexplicably thought of the finest apple.
A fragrant one, just like her.
When Shen Qingqing furrowed her brow slightly, Jiang Zhixun quickly asked, "Is your head spinning? Do you feel like throwing up?"
She murmured a barely coherent response, and Jiang Zhixun hurried to get a basin.
Carefully pulling her into his arms.
After waiting for a while, she showed no sign of vomiting; instead, she drifted off to sleep again.
But her brows didn't relax. It was clear she was uncomfortable, so Jiang Zhixun resigningly massaged her scalp.
Only then did he notice that she still had her hairband on.
