Jin Zelin stumbled forward drowsily, reaching Qin Song’s door, he pushed it open boldly, and swaggered in, then plopped down on the bed.
Qin Song squinted his eyes: "..."
This guy, just fell asleep like that?
Still wearing his clothes, reeking of alcohol, without even taking off his shoes...
Qin Song felt a bit helpless.
He couldn’t stand a ssy room, much less anything dirty, but now...
The person was him!
Alright, Qin Song took a deep breath, he’d tolerate it!
He walked over and helped Jin Zelin take off his shoes, placing them on the floor.
Can’t let him sleep with his shoes on, what does that even look like?
After Jin Zelin sprawled out on the bed, he let out a long breath, his broad chest rising and falling rhythmically.
Qin Song just watched him, and at this mont, his sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed, his deep eyes tightly shut without the usual mischievous look, while his handso nose outlined a perfect face.
Perhaps due to the drunkenness, his tightly knitted brows gradually relaxed, and his slightly pursed lips added a touch of adorability to that distinctively handso face.
Staring at him like this, Qin Song also recalled how he looked as a child.
At that ti, he often crawled into his room in the middle of the night... already very familiar with this routine, right!
Thinking of those things, there was a warm expression in Qin Song’s eyes.
However, Qin Song’s gaze shifted slightly downward, noticing that Jin Zelin’s jacket was already soaked in a large area, what’s going on?
Just drinking... and this happened?
But the spot where the clothes were wet, seed quite unusual!
However, Qin Song didn’t have the ti to think too much about it, he slightly leaned over, said to Jin Zelin, "Get up first, take off your clothes before you sleep!"
Qin Song himself didn’t realize, that while speaking, there was a bit less chill in his tone, more warmth.
Jin Zelin lay there, eyes still closed, not moving even a little, not even lifting an eyelid.
Seeing him unresponsive, Qin Song reminded him again, but Jin Zelin still didn’t react. Qin Song felt sowhat helpless, this guy falling asleep as soon as he touches the bed... Well, what to do with him?
Looking at the soundly sleeping Jin Zelin in front of him, though not his room, he was sleeping so peacefully...
Ever since Jin Zelin saw Lu Youran here on the day he returned to the country, he hadn’t been here again, but now...
Tsk tsk, the way he’s so audacious, anyone unaware might think this is his room!
Qin Song lowered his eyes, pondered for a mont, decided to help Jin Zelin remove his wet clothes first.
So, Qin Song reached out to help Jin Zelin unzip his jacket, just as he pulled it open, preparing to slip off the sleeve, Jin Zelin suddenly opened his eyes.
Those dark yet bright eyes stared at him, unblinking.
As their gazes t, Qin Song felt his breathing go offbeat.
His heart skipped a beat, was he just waking up, or had he been awake all along?
Lowering his eyes a bit, he calmly said, "Your jacket’s wet, it’ll dirty the bed."
His words were so straightforward, as if explaining, yet landed in Jin Zelin’s ears like he was rather disdainful.
Will it dirty the bed?
Jin Zelin felt sowhat annoyed, but Qin Song’s hands didn’t stop, persisting in helping him pull off one sleeve, then quickly tugging off the other, leaving the jacket in Qin Song’s hands, who casually placed it on the bedside table.
"You sleep now!" His tone was again, that kind of coolness.
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