Han Lei took out the cleaning tools from the space and cleaned up the mess on the floor. Then she took out an air freshener and sprayed the room. Only after the air circulated did she close the doors and windows.
After tidying up the room, she looked at the soundly sleeping Zhao Zun and sighed softly.
Sitting sideways on the bed, she took out hot water and a towel from the space, wringing the towel gently to wipe Zhao Zun's cheeks and the stains around his mouth.
Perhaps the warmth on his face made Zhao Zun feel very comfortable, as he gently turned his body, his face inclined towards Han Lei.
Han Lei carefully wiped twice, then wrung the towel again to clean his hands.
"Oh!" Han Lei sighed lightly, "The court confiscated your military power, I know you feel terrible. But getting this drunk, what's the use? You're only hurting your own body."
