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Lu Sinian helped Shi Qing into the house. She didn’t reek of alcohol, but she was as limp as a rag doll, leaning heavily against him.

Once in the bedroom, Shi Qing, as if she had no bones, collapsed backward onto the bed. Sinian quickly caught her by the waist.

"Why did you drink so much?" he asked, his tone more concerned than scolding.

Shi Qing squinted at him