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Song Qingchun accepted the room card from the waiter and took several deep breaths before swiping the card on the door and pushing it open.

Qin Yinan had booked a suite, and only the lights in the living room were on. The doors to the other rooms were open, but they were completely dark.

Su Zhinian was leaning against the sofa before the windows with his eyes closed.

Probably due to the over drinking, his face was startlingly white. The top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his sturdy collarbones that glistened under the lights.

Song Qingchun stood at the door, studying Su Zhinian, before she closed the door quietly behind her and tip-toed toward the sleeping Su Zhinian.

As she got close, he suddenly stood up from the sofa, causing Song Qingchun to jump back instinctively in shock. Then, she stood there as Su Zhinian staggered all the way toward the bathroom.

The door to the bathroom was open, and soon, a series of vomiting sound came out from it. Song Qingchun gripped the purse and medicine in her hands tightly before she placed them on the coffee table and wandered into the bathroom.

He did not switch on the lights, but using the lights from the living room, she could see the man bent over the sink, coughing and vomiting furiously.

She dashed forward to stand beside him and reached out to pat his back lightly.

The sound of his coughing gradually dwindled. Eventually, he raised his head to look at the mirror before them. Due to the lack of lighting, Song Qingchun could not catch a good look of his face, and she had no idea whether the man in his state was able to recognize her or not.

He reached out to seek out the faucet. His fingers searched the surface for a long time, but he could not find it. Song Qingchun immediately helped him with it.

He cupped his palms under the faucet, trying to scoop up the water to gargle his mouth. However, due to his incessant shivering from excessive drinking, the water splashed out of his hands the moment the liquid touched his skin.

Song Qingchun turned around to switch on the lights in the bathroom. She grabbed the plastic mug on the counter, rinsed it twice, filled it with water, and passed it to Su Zhinian.

In his daze, Su Zhinian accepted the mug, but before he could pull it to his lips, the mug slipped from his grip and landed in the sink. Thankfully, the mug was plastic or else they would have had another emergency to deal with.

Song Qingchun fetched the mug from the sink and filled it with water again. This time, she personally put the mug to his lips. After she made sure he had cleaned his mouth, she dragged him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

Song Qingchun placed Su Zhinian on the bed and gave him the medicine before pulling his dirtied shoes and clothes off.

Even though he was drunk beyond belief and there were no other people in the room, when Song Qingchun saw his muscular chest and abs, her face still blushed shyly. She could not help herself from taking a few extra glances before pulling the blanket over him.

His hand was dangling from the bed. When she reached over to pull it back under the cover, she noticed the wrist was exceptionally red like it was scalded. In fact, when she looked closer, it had started to blister at several places.

Song Qingchun stared at his wrist for a moment before grabbing her purse and leaving the room.

When she returned, Su Zhinian was already asleep. She knelt beside the bed and tenderly used the disinfectant and bandage she just bought from the convenience store to take care of Su Zhinian’s wound.

The room was quiet. Song Qingchun, who had finished applying the bandage, did not get up from the floor. She stared at his hand for a long time before slowly turning her head up to look toward his face.