As Han Yun'er was talking, she reached her hand to hold onto Mu Xiaoxiao's arm, gesturing to take her up.
"Who are you?" Mu Xiaoxiao looked confused at her, attempting to make out her face. Her delicate face moved closer, almost touching Han Yun'er's.
Upon smelling Han Yun'er's perfume, she wrinkled her nose and pushed her away in disgust. "You stink! Get away from me!"
Han Yun'er's face turned grim. This slut has the nerve to say that I stink!
She felt a great urge to slap Mu Xiaoxiao in the face. But with so many onlookers, she couldn't do it. She had no choice but to maintain her forced smiles.
"It's me, Yun'er. You're drunk. Let me take you up to rest, alright?"
Watching Mu Xiaoxiao's tipsy red face, which accentuated her allure, Han Yun'er grew more resentful. She thought about taking her into the empty room, where she could use the opportunity to deal her a few slaps.
She was happy just thinking about it.
