Bei Yunhuan's eyes dimmed momentarily, then, beyond anyone's expectations, he lifted the inebriated and barely conscious Yuanya into his arms right in front of everyone.
Murong Wei, who was busy socializing, turned to see the sight of him carrying Yuanya away from the scene.
He felt an unusual sense of urgency and couldn't even wait to reach his own private suite.
He impulsively opened the nearest rest room. As soon as he was inside, he locked the door to ensure no uninvited guests would disturb them and pushed Yuanya against the door.
The lights in the rest room were turned off. From a slightly parted curtain, faint outside lights seeped in.
With the help of this dim light, he observed Yuanya's face.
She wasn't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, for there had been many more gorgeous than her.
But no one pleased his heart as she did.
Her eyes clouded with mystery, her delicate nose, and her playful-looking lips.