The usually quiet Su Manning became a completely different person when drunk, rolling around incessantly on the bed, the strong smell of alcohol making Song Zhike frown.
"Go clean her up." He shifted his gaze to Bai Ya beside him, "And see if there's anything in her closet that you can wear."
"If you can stay here with her overnight, that would be great, but if not, it's okay, I'll take you home."
Bai Ya looked at Song Zhike, who was nearly a head taller than her. The soft lines of his face were particularly noticeable, though signs of fatigue were visible in the corners of his face.
She instinctively averted her gaze, looked at the sleeping Su Manning on the bed, and said, "I can stay here."
Hearing her response, Song Zhike breathed a sigh of relief, strode over to the window with his long legs, and pulled the curtains, saying, "Thank you for that."
