The uncomfortable part for Lian Xinying was the smell of alcohol emanating from him.
She covered her nose with one hand, her brows furrowed, eyes full of clear anger, thinking about how to eliminate the pungent odor from him.
Also, where was she supposed to sleep tonight?
The air was filled with the lingering smell of alcohol, making her head spin even more as she thought about the sleeping arrangement for tonight.
Forget it! Let's wash the smell off him first.
Lian Xinying went to the bathroom and brought a basin of warm water.
The water was placed on the bedside table, and the towel was already wrung out, but Lian Xinying was holding the towel and didn't know how to begin.
Thinking about how she knocked him out with a water bottle earlier and looking at his furrowed brows now, she imagined how furious he would be when he woke up in the morning. She... was scared.
When she acted earlier, she was quite bold, but now she was truly timid.
