An Li didn't know when she climbed into his bed, snuggling into the covers and falling into a deep sleep.
She was so drunk she couldn't tell east from west; as soon as she saw a bed, she wanted to lie down, especially since the covers had her favorite scent.
An Li cherished the soft bed and covers, and loved the white soft pillow even more. This place was countless times more comfortable than her dormitory.
She originally came to get some water, but had long forgotten about it.
Seeing the drool glittering at the corner of An Li's mouth about to drip onto his pillow, Wen Linyu was instantly at a loss.
He held an unopened bottle of cold water in his hand, looking helpless.
He screwed the cap back on the bottle, set it aside, and bent down to pat An Li's little face, saying to her, "An Li, this is my room. Get up, and I'll take you back to bed."
An Li just mumbled, wrapping the quilt around herself even tighter.
She muttered, "No, this is my room, my bed..."
