What Laojun said afterwards, Li Ping'an didn't really take to heart.
He also forgot how he left Dou Rate Palace, how he returned to the sleeping chamber. When he came to his senses, he was already lying on Ningning Mu's slender, round legs, with a slight scent of alcohol on him.
A pair of gentle hands were lightly pressing on his forehead.
Ningning Mu looked down at him, her eyes full of tenderness, softly saying: "Do you feel more comfortable now?"
"Hmm... what happened to me before?"
"You got drunk. I've never seen you drink so much, even my sister and I couldn't persuade you."
Ningning Mu sighed:
"Sister said your Dao heart was damaged, your mood not smooth, I also didn't know how to persuade you."
"The two of us were almost worn out by you."
Li Ping'an gave an apologetic smile, reached up, and Ningning Mu lay down sensibly beside him, snuggling in his arms.
Immortal consciousness swept over, Li Ping'an then saw that this sleeping chamber was quite disheveled.
