C48 I'm Sorry

The scent of alcohol lingered in Yann Qiai's mouth, and by the time she realized it, Yan Zhimo had already let go of her and slipped back into unconsciousness. Qiai looked at the man in front of her with exasperation—just how much had he drunk?

She opened the door and, using all her strength, dragged him into her room. His muscular build was a real challenge for her small frame