He went to the bathroom, filled a basin with hot water, and wiped her face and feet. She'd been in the mood tonight and had a few drinks. Mainly it was Lu Zhenzhen drinking like she had a death wish—if no one stopped her, it wouldn't end well. Nan Jiaojiao had been forced to snatch a few glasses away. With her pathetic alcohol tolerance, one gust of wind and she was dizzy.
It wasn't suitable to move her right now anyway. Besides, first thing tomorrow morning when she woke up, she'd definitely take a shower.
Bo Yanching didn't dare skip washing up. After he finished tending to his little ancestor, he went to the bathroom to take a shower himself, then got into bed and wrapped his arms around her to sleep.
As for Mo Tingshen, no one dared call a designated driver for him. His mood was off tonight; they were afraid the designated driver might be in danger. In the middle of the night, they dug the unlucky assistant Lin Shoo out of bed to come pick him up.
