Her head was still throbbing.
...
In fact, after Tang Wan had helped her back to her room, Jiang Yanting, worried that she might have gotten drunk and vomited again and what with her not being in good health, came over to check on her.
When he pushed open the door, the blanket that had originally covered her had half fallen off. She had been wearing a shirt, the hem of which was tucked into the waist of her skirt, cinching a portion of her waist. Perhaps because the alcohol was making her neck overheat, her body felt hot, and she had recklessly pulled her shirt out.
The outline of her soft waist was vaguely visible, her whole body tinged with a flush from the alcohol.
Jiang Yanting frowned slightly and walked over to pull the blanket up to her chest.
"Umm—" Shen Zhixian felt extremely hot all over, and the blanket was suffocating, making her miserably uncomfortable.
