Ling Hua was so drunk that she was completely out of it, and Yan Qing held her all the way back to Begonia Garden, steadying her every step of the way.
Upon entering the room and placing her on the bed, Yan Qing stood by the bedside looking at her. Ling Hua was indeed very drunk; whatever position he put her in, she stayed motionless.
Her petite face, flushed from intoxication, was blossoming like peach flowers, delicate and attractive to the extreme.
Yan Qing pursed his lips, intending to turn around and leave, but his feet seemed to have taken root, unable to move. The person on the bed was exuding the fragrance of wine, enticing like a begonia flower, looking exceptionally tempting. Although he was used to seeing her, today was especially different, seductive at every turn.
