Feeling the scorching heat radiating from his body.
And seeing Han Ziqing's flushed face.
Chen Jiashu understood that Han Ziqing had really been drugged.
In broad daylight, someone had actually slipped him something!
Forget it. He wasn't some innocent young virgin, and they had already done everything they should and shouldn't have done.
There was no point acting coy now.
Resigned, Chen Jiashu let Han Ziqing rest a hand on him and softly asked, "What did you just eat?"
"I only drank a little alcohol. I didn't eat anything else," Han Ziqing said somewhat aggrievedly.
"Then where are we going now?" Chen Jiashu continued.
"There's a hotel nearby where I have a private room. We can go straight there," Han Ziqing said.
Chen Jiashu immediately wanted to laugh. "You seem pretty familiar with this sort of thing?"
"There are often parties held here. By the time they end, it's late, and going home is exhausting, so I stay at the hotel for the night. I haven't done anything else, I swear," Han Ziqing assured him.
Chen Jiashu could not be bothered to argue and helped Han Ziqing toward the hotel.
"If you can still walk by yourself, don't put all your weight on me," Chen Jiashu said.
Han Ziqing was tall, long-legged, and worked out all year round. Having him lean against him like this was honestly a little heavy.
Han Ziqing obediently relaxed a little.
The two headed toward the hotel. After only a few steps, someone who looked like a waiter suddenly approached them. "Is this gentleman drunk? Would you like me to help take him to the hotel?"
"No need," Han Ziqing refused.
The waiter still did not give up. "Sir, our hotel has hangover soup. Let me take you there. It'll save this gentleman the trouble