After looking at Andrew with satisfaction, Scarlett gently patted him.
"Little Fellow, wake up. Let's go home and sleep."
Andrew frowned when his face was patted, but he didn't get up.
Scarlett had no choice but to pat Andrew's flushed face a few more times because he was drunk, "Wake up, we're home."
At the same time, she muttered a complaint, "Your tolerance for alcohol is so bad, why did you insist on drinking?"
After being patted several times, the drunken Andrew vaguely opened his eyes.
The first thing that entered his sight was Scarlett's still fiery red lips, followed by her exquisite face.
He stared blankly at Scarlett, unsure if he was dreaming.
Scarlett held out her palm and waved it in front of his eyes, asking softly, "How is it? Can you walk?"
Andrew continued to stare blankly, seemingly not having heard Scarlett's question.
