She is secretly married to Dr. Lu

Fortunately, even though Shen Jiamian was drunk and couldn't tell who was in front of her, she still cooperated.

Xiaoqing put the hangover soup on the table and told her that it was very hot to drink later and to take a bath first.

Shen Jiamian nodded cooperatively, like an obedient three-year-old child.

Xiaoqing didn't dare to leave her alone in the bathroom, for fear that she might accidentally fall!
After putting a bathtub of hot water, Xiaoqing helped Shen Jiamian into the bathroom, coaxing her patiently.

"Young Mistress, let me help you take off your clothes. Can you go into the bathtub and take a good bath? Maybe soak in hot water and sweat will be fine."

Shen Jiamian was already drunk and couldn't distinguish between men and women, and her perception of the outside world was very slow, so she nodded after a while.

Xiaoqing was a little dumbfounded, it was the first time he saw someone so obedient while drunk, it was a good thing he was at home, it would be dangerous to go outside.

Xiaoqing caressed her into the bathtub, let her lean against the edge of the bathtub, and carefully washed her hair.

Shen Jiamian was very cooperative, her head was dizzy, and she couldn't help sweating slowly on her face after soaking in the water.

When Xiaoqing helped her wash her hair, she realized that she had fallen asleep again!
"Young Mistress?" Xiaoqing tried to wake her up, but Shen Jiamian fell into a deep sleep.

Just then, there was a knock on the bathroom door. "How is she?"

"The young mistress is asleep..."

Song Yiheng frowned, then turned the doorknob and pushed open the bathroom door.

"Young master." Xiao Qing immediately got up when she saw Song Yiheng wearing a mask and pajamas. "I helped young mistress wash her hair well, and the hangover soup outside should be drinkable, but young mistress is sleeping a little bit now..."

Song Yiheng glanced at Shen Jiamian who was unconscious, and frowned.

Can you sleep in half of the shower?

There is really not a little bit of heart and eye missing.

He sighed helplessly, "Go out, I'll do the rest."

Xiao Qing nodded and walked out of the bathroom.

Song Yiheng took a bath towel, went to the bathtub and sat down, then raised his hand and gently patted Shen Jiamian's face.

"Wake up." The tone was not gentle, and she was angry.

First let him see her drunk on the man's back, and then go home and spit on him again.

No matter how good-tempered a man is, he will be angry.

"Shen Jiamian, let me say it again, if you don't wake up, don't blame me for taking advantage of others."

There were harsh words on his lips, but the hand that patted the woman was still reluctant to use force.

After all, it still hurts.

Shen Jiamian's sleep was disturbed, and she frowned angrily in protest: "I'm sleepy, let me sleep..."

"You can't sleep here, you'll get sick."

"Well, it's warm..." Shen Jiamian pouted and muttered. "I can sleep, it's just warm..."

Song Yiheng glanced at the constant temperature in the bathtub, and the water temperature almost reached 40 degrees. Wouldn't he be afraid of suffocation after soaking like this?
Sighing, Song Yiheng really had no choice but to compromise!

Supporting the woman's body with both hands, Song Yiheng carried her out of the bathtub in one go.

Leaving from the hot bathtub, Shen Jiamian was suddenly awakened from the cold, and complained with misty eyes: "It's so cold..."

With a sullen face, Song Yiheng quickly wrapped her up in a bath towel, carried her out of the bathroom, and put her on the bed.

"Can you dress yourself?" He stood by the bed, keeping a certain distance from her, looking at her with a little confusion in his breathing.

God knows how much willpower he used to resist that impulse when he hugged her just now!
Although Shen Jiamian was drunk, she still knew it was embarrassing.

Feeling that she has no clothes on, she nodded: "I want to wear clothes..."

Song Yiheng laughed angrily, you say she is drunk, and she still knows that she is not wearing any clothes!
Sighing and shaking his head, Song Yiheng turned around and took out a nightgown from the closet, and took the underwear casually, and handed them to her. "Put it on yourself, I'll get the hair dryer."

"it is good."

Shen Jiamian grabbed her underwear, she didn't care that there was a man standing in front of her, and she was about to lift the towel...

Seeing this scene, Song Yiheng immediately turned and walked into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, he stood in front of the sink, took off his mask, turned on the tap, and showered with cold water.

The more this kind of time, the more he has to calm down!

The man's impulsiveness made him wish he could rush to possess that woman completely, but his reason told him that if he loves her, he should respect her!

After some mental struggle, Song Yiheng finally suppressed the fire on his body.

Pick up the mask strap again.

After coming out of the bathroom, Shen Jiamian had already put on her clothes, and sat obediently on the bed with a towel wrapped around her head, dozing off bit by bit...

Seeing her confused and cute appearance, Song Yiheng's original irritability was slightly diluted.

He walked over, plugged in the hair dryer, and took off the towel from her head, "Hold on a little longer, dry your hair, drink sober soup before going to bed."

"Okay." The soft and cute voice was even more pleasant when it was stained with alcohol, but it was so well-behaved that it made people lose their temper instantly.

Song Yiheng turned on the hair dryer and gently dried her hair.

With the warm wind blowing, Shen Jiamian felt very comfortable. After a while, her head started to doze off again.

The corner of Song Yiheng's mouth curled into a helpless smile, and he simply stood closer, letting her forehead rest on his waist, and continued to help her dry her hair.

"Little sleepy."

Shen Jiamian's wet hair was blown dry in sleepiness, and after the blower was turned off, she raised her head in a daze, "Are you ready?"

The half-closed eyes are misty, which makes people feel affectionate.

Song Yiheng gently pinched her red cheeks, and said with a doting smile: "Drink some hangover soup and let you sleep."

"Okay." She nodded foolishly.

Song Yiheng took the hangover soup and fed it to her mouth spoon by spoon.

She was very cooperative and obedient, she drank up a bowl of hangover soup, thin beads of sweat appeared on her nose and forehead.

Song Yiheng put the bowl on the table, took out a tissue, wiped her sweat, and pinched her small nose.

"Now you can sleep, lie down."

Shen Jiamian blinked her eyes, drank the hangover soup and sweated a little, finally her head was not so dizzy, and her vision became clearer.

Looking at the mask in front of her, she couldn't help reaching out and touching it lightly.

"It's cold..." She frowned, "Do you also want to bring this thing when you sleep with me at night?"

Song Yiheng frowned, observed her expression, and asked uncertainly: "Are you sober?"

Shen Jiamian blinked, "Can I see your face when I'm drunk?"

"..."

She blinked, "Anyway, I'll forget about it when I wake up tomorrow, so just let me take a look!"

Song Yiheng pursed his lips, looking at him with a little more helplessness.Little man, and he knows how to reason with him, it seems that the wine is really sober!

"Since we're sober, let's settle our accounts first." Song Yiheng sat down beside her, then picked her up, let her sit on his lap, pinched her chin with his big hand, his eyes were sharp look into her eyes.

"You know that policeman very well?"

Shen Jiamian has woken up quite a bit from the wine, but she still feels weak all over, and her stomach doesn't feel well. It's really not a good feeling to be picked up by him like this. Before she recovered, she heard his question again.

Frowning instantly, she looked at him puzzled, "You mean Cheng Li?"