Half an hour later, Zhong Yu returned.
He placed the sobering tea on the bedside table, bent over to look at the woman with her eyes closed, "Yunzhi, have you fallen asleep?"
Cheng Yunzhi frowned and turned her face away.
"Get up and drink the sobering tea, or you'll have a headache when you wake up tomorrow." Zhong Yu called her, "Yunzhi, Yunzhi..."
Cheng Yunzhi, annoyed, suddenly sat up.
As a result of moving too abruptly, she felt dizzy and held her head, emitting a moan of discomfort.
"Does your head hurt?" Zhong Yu sat down beside the bed, stretched out his hand, and pressed on her temples.
The man's fingers were warm and strong, and accurately pressed on the pressure points.
Cheng Yunzhi squinted her eyes, "That feels so good..."
Because of those three words, Zhong Yu continued to press for a good while, until Cheng Yunzhi said, "I want to sleep..."
He let go of her, picked up the bowl of sobering tea, "Drink the sobering tea before you sleep."
