"This..." Zhao Dong froze, completely at a loss.
He wanted to leave, afraid that with the alcohol coursing through their veins, something regrettable might happen. As a man, he could just pull up his pants and walk away without a second thought. But what if Wang Jing regretted it after she sobered up? She was already in such a pitiable state; he couldn't bear to hurt her a second time.
"Please..." Wang Jing murmured, nuzzling her head against Zhao Dong's chest with a pleading look.
The sight immediately sent Zhao Dong back in time. Although the Wang Jing of the past had been gentle, there were inevitably times when they angered each other. Whenever he got angry, or whenever she asked him to do something he was reluctant to do, she would nuzzle against his chest just like this. Each time, it left Zhao Dong in a bit of a daze. This time was no different...
With a helpless, wry smile, Zhao Dong relented. "Alright, I'll stay. You should get some rest."
