However, whether intentional or not, Wen Yu's expression no longer seemed as relaxed as before.
When she slowly looked up again, her eyes were misty, but her lips held a slight smile, and she said, "Why aren't you talking? Aren't you a student? Who taught you that?"
Wen Yu, who was lowering his head, bit his lip secretly.
When he looked at her again, his eyes were clear and cold: "You've had too much to drink. Get some sleep now, and don't cause any more trouble."
She smiled with her eyes closed, saying nothing.
Seeing her looking so weak, Wen Yu supported the sofa with one hand and lifted her up with the other:
"Just this once, go to bed and sleep."
He helped her to the bed. The bed wasn't large, just enough for a six-foot guy like him to lie down and shift around a bit.
Wen Yu genuinely wanted her to get a good sleep. No matter the reason she drank, he simply couldn't watch her leave with another man just like that.
