C589 I Thought I Was Dreaming

"Water..." The person on the sofa groaned.

The smell of alcohol was probably hot. Yem Qingzhou could not help but pull his tie. He wanted to unbutton his tie, but he could not because his hands were weak.

Gong Xue looked at him and sighed.

Soong Miao was not here, and there were no servants. What could she do?

She could only walk over and help him unbutton his shirt