The drunken man had lost his usual composure, hugging Ruan Qi like a big dog with a hint of grievance, resting his head on her shoulder.
Ruan Qi was unprepared and almost stumbled under his weight.
She hurriedly steadied herself and reached out to hold Xi Jiu, who was hanging on her.
"Jiujiu, you're drunk."
"Hmm..." Xi Jiu pressed against her tightly, sounding slightly aggrieved, "I'm drunk, only a hug from my wife can make it better."
The drunken Xi Jiu shed his usual calm facade, calling out "wife" left and right, making Ruan Qi's face blush.
She held Xi Jiu securely, patted his back gently, and whispered, "Jiujiu, how about going home with me? We'll go back and sleep."
The drunk man was slow to react. After Ruan Qi spoke, it took a few seconds for him to slowly respond, "Home?"
Ruan Qi: "Yes, home."
"Which home?" Xi Jiu lifted his head, his eyes, drunk and hazy, "Is it the home for me and Baby?"
Ruan Qi: "Yes, it's our home."
