Zhao Dong immediately withdrew his hand, pulled the covers back over Mimi, and left the room. Although her fragrant, long legs had set him on fire, secretly touching her leg was his limit. He couldn't bring himself to do more while a woman was asleep.
Zhao Dong went downstairs to find Bingbing just getting up unsteadily from the couch.
"Take it slow," he said, rushing forward to support her just as she was about to fall.
"I'm fine... just going to the restroom. I'm okay... don't worry about me..." Bingbing pushed him away and tried to walk toward the first-floor restroom.
However, at this point, she was completely drunk. She only managed two steps before collapsing to the floor. With a helpless sigh, Zhao Dong hurried over to help her up.
Tipsy and embarrassed, Bingbing mumbled, "I... I don't think I can walk. Can you help me to the restroom?"
"Sure, I'll help you," Zhao Dong said, supporting her as they walked to the restroom.
