But the drunk and unconscious man didn't care so much. He was shaken a few times and had no other reaction except shaking his head.
Gu Nianchen had no choice but to let her lie down cross-legged.
"Damn it Gu Zuowei, what kind of party did she get to be so drunk?" Cursing in a low voice, Gu Nianchen wet the towel and gently wiped Cen Zhiqiao's face.
His face was pale, with no blood at all, his eyes were tightly closed, and his brows were furrowed together, obviously feeling very uncomfortable.
Helpless, Gu Nianchen had no choice but to take a towel and wipe it from his cheeks.
He unbuttoned her collar. She was wearing a white shirt, which might have been a little hot. The opening on her chest had been opened by her car indiscriminately, and the collar was pulled very low. Gu Nianchen lowered his head and saw the scenery on her chest.
Suddenly he had a clear view, and his hand couldn't help but tremble slightly, but the tentacle was the soft skin of her chest.
Gu Nianchen gritted his teeth and stepped back. He really had no evil thoughts at all, but the touch of his hand accidentally made his whole body feel numb.
"Huh--" Gu Nianchen stood up suddenly. If he continued like this, he really didn't know what would happen.
She turned around and walked quickly to the bathroom, washed her face twice, and then walked to the stairs: "Aunt Lan, put the hangover soup there for cooking later. Come up and take care of Qiao Qiao first."
After saying this, he rubbed his tired eyebrows and returned. As soon as he entered the room, he heard Cen Zhiqiao's low voice coming in.
He seemed to be saying something, and seemed to be crying faintly. Gu Nianchen was startled, and without thinking too much, he opened the door and saw her curled up sideways on the bed. She hadn't woken up yet, and she just let out a burst of laughter.
There was a low and vague murmur, and it was unclear what was said.
Her eyes were still closed, and her eyelashes were long and curled, like small fans, casting two shallow dark shadows under her eye sockets. A tear was slowly seeping out from under her closed eyelashes.
Rolled down the pale cheeks.
Gu Nianchen immediately walked to the bed and lifted Cen Zhiqiao's head. The hair under his tentacles was wet, and he didn't know whether it was sweat or tears.
Gu Nianchen's brows furrowed even more tightly, "Qiaoqiao, wake up—"