One in the morning.
The Dean's Office, School of Pharmacy.
The door beeped as it unlocked, and two figures stumbled inside, pressed tightly together and swaying from side to side.
The office had entered night mode. Only the small lamp above the desk was on, leaving the surroundings dim.
Song He's head was spinning, his face flushed. Panting heavily, he steadied himself against the wall with one hand while supporting the woman in his arms with the other.
Xiang Xiaotong was in no better shape. She had drunk more, and her entire body had gone limp against Song He, her legs devoid of strength.
"Damn... Is this liquor fake? I'm so dizzy." Xiang Xiaotong's voice was as soft as a murmur.
"They put Sleeping Drug in the liquor." Song He was barely sober enough to joke.
"Where are we?" Xiang Xiaotong asked in confusion. "Your office? I want to go back to the dormitory, back to my little nest."
"You can't go back tonight. The moment we leave this building, we'll collapse into the landscaping by the roadside and sleep there sprawled out until dawn. Some passing student will take a picture and post it as the headline on the Campus Forum." Song He supported her toward the bed. "Make do here for one night."
"No, no, I'm not sleeping in your bed." Xiang Xiaotong wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from falling and shook her head weakly in protest.
With one burst of strength, Song He placed her on the bed. He carefully lifted her onto it, leaving her long legs hanging over the edge, then casually removed her shoes.
"No, Song He, no." Xiang Xiaotong weakly propped herself up on the blanket with her elbows, trying to slip off the bed.
"Stop moving around. My bed