"Kang Minghao!" she called dramatically. "Where are you going?"
"…Out?" he answered, brows raised.
"You can't leave me alone here."
"You said you needed to clean up."
"I do," she nodded, serious. "But I want you to help me."
"No."
"Yes!"
He pulled his wrist free gently. "I'm not staying in the bathroom with you."
"Why not?" she asked, offended. "Are you shy?"
"Yes," he said flatly. It was better not to argue with her right now.
"No you're not, you're a liar. You want me, don't you?"
Wang Nuozhi shifted her position, her back arching just enough to make the fabric of her tight black top strain against her full, perky breasts. The alcohol had already flushed her skin, her cheeks rosy, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she watched Kang Minghao standing frozen.
