The moment the housekeeper saw Lin Ran, he knew that their young master could finally survive.

"Where is Li Sichen?" As soon as Lin Ran saw the housekeeper, he couldn't wait to ask.

"The young master was drunk again just now, and now he is asleep in the bedroom."

Lin Ran accurately found the key point in the housekeeper's words, and his was "again".

"How many times has he been drunk?"

"He never woke up."

Hearing this, Lin Ran paused as he stepped up the steps, did he want to use alcohol to anesthetize himself?

But what was it that made him become like this all of a sudden?

Lin Ran didn't have time to think about it, his feet sped up a few points, and he quickly walked to Li Sichen's bedroom.

As soon as he walked in, Lin Ran frowned at the smell of wine in the bedroom.

Li Sichen lay quietly on the bed.

The body is covered with a quilt.

It looks like...... It's like the end of life.

The stubble on his face was already clearly visible.

The decadent is no longer human.

She'd never seen him like this.

But after listening to Li Sijing, he was also drunk like this at the beginning, and his state at that time should be better than now, right?

Lin Ran walked to the side of the bed and sat down beside him.

His cold white skin was now pale and bloodless.

She stretched out her hand and gently covered his cheek, which had lost a lot of weight in just two days.

"Li Sichen, you hurt yourself like this, don't you want to continue to protect me?"

"Whose is it to protect me from any more harm?"

"You are like this, you need to be protected, how can you protect me?"

Lin Ran was halfway to himself, and the man on the bed never frowned.

She sighed softly, lifted the corner of the quilt, pulled up one of his arms, pillowed it in the crook of his arm, and fell asleep.

The morning light is faint.

When the first rays of sunlight penetrated through the slight cracks in the heavy curtains of the bedroom, Li Sichen raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his forehead that was suffering from a cracked headache due to hangover.

When the other arm tried to move, it was found that it could not move.

Startled, he snapped open his eyes and glanced away.

Seeing the sleeping face of the woman in her arms clearly, her heart slowly let go again.

He raised his hand and gently pinched his leg.

The pain was clear.

So he's not dreaming.

Is that because I was drunk and hallucinating?

Thinking of this, he slowly raised a hand and stretched it out to the woman's peachy pink cheek.

The touch is real.

I don't know if his touch disturbed the sleeping people.

The woman's long brush-like eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Li Sichen's heart gave birth to a sense of tension for no reason, and his heartbeat accelerated.

He quickly withdrew his hand, closed his eyes again, and pretended that he hadn't woken up yet.

Then the woman arched into his arms again, and the arms around his waist tightened a little.

Li Sichen's eyes slowly opened, and he lowered his head to look at the furry head in his arms.

The woman was really in his arms, but when did she come?

As if thinking of something, he raised his hand and touched his jaw.

The way he is now, I don't know if it scared her.

But if she had come last night, she probably hadn't seen his face yet.

Thinking like this, Li Sichen gently lifted the corner of the quilt, and then tried to remove the woman's hand around his waist.