After drinking half a glass of strong liquor, the catalysis of alcohol caused her to quickly fall into a deep sleep.
Fu Yinli slowly withdrew himself.
He sat at the edge of the bed, gently brushing aside a lock of hair from her forehead with his fingertip, then leaned down to kiss her brow.
"Lili..." she murmured in her sleep.
Fu Yinli watched her silently, his deep, compelling eyes filled with tenderness and desire.
After tucking the blanket securely around her, he grabbed the pack of cigarettes from the nightstand and got up to leave the bedroom.
It was late at night, and the entire Jing Garden was silent except for the sound of insects chirping.
Housekeeper Zhao approached with a medical kit in hand, crouching in front of him to tend to his wound.
The wound was a bit deep, located at the base of his left thumb. When the disinfectant alcohol was poured on, he didn't flinch, continuing to smoke, letting the smoke invade his lungs and numb his nerves.
