There had been times when Cheng Huan couldn’t get up in the past as well and XingXing was experienced in how to feed himself. He opened up the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of milk and a cupcake while stepping on a small stool. He then filled a bowl with hot water and placed the bottle of milk inside of it. Kneeling on the stool, he unwrapped the cupcake and had a spoonful of it. He closed his eyes as he chewed.

It was so tasty!

For the sake of his healthy, Cheng Huan didn’t usually allow him to have too much sweets and, as such, XingXing treasured the opportunity of having cakes very much. He has only had a couple of bites when he heard noises coming from the front door.

This was Cheng Huan’s first time walking inside of this room. Much like Jiang MingYuan, even his bedroom’s décor was cold. The only colors were black, white, and grey. It looked worse than a hotel room.

After walking inside of the room and closing the door behind them, Jiang MingYuan brought Cheng Huan into the bathroom in the same way. Leaving her on one side, he started to brush his teeth.

Standing to one side, Cheng Huan felt that she had turned into one of his favorite decors. He wouldn’t let her out of his sight and would glance over at her from time to time even when he was washing his face.

With the answer that he wanted to hear Jiang MingYuan became much more “docile”. His arms around her waist relaxed some and Cheng Huan finally had some room to move around.

She shoveled around some on his thighs and let the numbing legs have a rest. The man behind her was sniffing her neck like a puppy, his breathing gave her a tingling sensation in her neck.

Cheng Huan patted his hand there was resting on her waist. The man grumbled and, his lips, that was touching her neck moved a little.

“Let go. You need to drink this soup first.”

“Mmm.” It was still that same monotonous sound. This time her words seemed to have registered with him. After a little while, the arms that were wrapped around waist finally loosened.

By the time Cheng Huan had gone upstairs, Jiang MingYuan was still sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed deeply. He looked to be in great discomfort. The soup that Qi Shan had made for him to help alleviate his intoxication was still sitting there, untouched.

She walked over and touched the side of the bowl to check its temperature. It was not hot and ready to be drank. Cheng Huan walked over to Jiang MingYuan and pushed him a little with her hand. “Jiang MingYuan?”

No reaction from the man. He finally struggled to open his eyes after a little while and look at her squarely.

“Your assistant said that you were drunk and had me come to check on you.” She leaned in closer to him. “Here, drink this soup.”