"Miss Xu, you're drunk. Tell me your address? I'll take you home." They say it's not the wine that gets you drunk, but yourself. Xu Lan Ya has been mingling in drinking scenes since she was fourteen and drinks like water. Tonight, it's not clear whether it was Yezi's persistent encouragement or the accumulated pressure of family affairs over the past months that got her completely plastered.
"Call me Lan Ya, and I'll call you Ah Ye. I feel so stuffy and hot, Ah Ye, come feel my heart. Is it beating super fast?" Little Pig, upon hearing those drunken murmurs, looked up gleefully. With his little beady eyes, he watched Yezi—Bro, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I'm no pervert to feel her for you.
"Miss Xu, let me get a room for you," Yezi certainly didn't want to take her home. It was safer to find a hotel for what was to come.
