Xi Siyan sighed, the person on his body was already sleeping sprawled out, and in the breath, one could still smell the strong scent of wine, the effects of the red wine were setting in.
He reached out, passed under Zhou Chengchen's knees, and carried her horizontally, walked into the bedroom, placed her on his bed, and took off Zhou Chengchen's shoes and socks.
Looking at Zhou Chengchen's fair little feet, Xi Siyan unexpectedly remembered her saying that day, seeing her feet meant having to marry her.
His gaze moved up, falling back on Zhou Chengchen's face.
Marry her?
That should be an extremely wonderful thing, right.
Zhou Chengchen indeed had the wine setting in, sleeping heavily; there was only so much space here, Xi Siyan absolutely couldn't sleep with her, even if he did nothing.
