Night of the Lady

When Duanmu Huai and Mary returned to the hotel, it was already midnight.

"Ugh..."

"I really didn't expect you to be such a lightweight."

Looking at Mary swaying beside him, Duanmu Huai was speechless.

"That was only wine. If you can't hold your liquor, you should drink less."

"But... it's not often that I get a chance like this... Drinking alone... isn't much fun... hic."

"Ugh..."

Looking at Mary like this, Duanmu Huai sighed helplessly.

"In any case, let's go back and get some rest first."

"Mm..."

When they stepped into the elevator, Mary leaned against Duanmu Huai's side, her head bobbing up and down like a sleepy child. Come to think of it, it was rare to see this adorable side of Mary. In Duanmu Huai's impression, she spent most of her time acting no differently from an ordinary young lady: elegant, well-mannered, highly responsible, and brave.

So seeing her like a little child was rather amusing.

"Ding—"

The elevator emitted a crisp chime, then the doors opened.

"Mary, we're here."

"Mm..."

Mary merely responded hazily to Duanmu Huai, so he reached out, grabbed her by the collar, and lifted the girl in front of him like a kitten, giving her a few shakes.

"Ugh..."

"Honestly, it's rare to see someone get this drunk from red wine."

Looking at Mary, who was still dazed and barely conscious, Duanmu Huai helplessly shook his head. He then picked her up, carried her out of the elevator, and placed the completely unconscious girl back in her room. Lying on the bed, Mary looked like a sleeping princess from a fairy tale, and was exceptionally beautiful and adorable.

"Sleep well. You've had a long day."

Duanmu Huai reached out and rubbed Mary's head, then prepared to leave. However, just then, he noticed that