"Where the hell did you go in the middle of the night?" Bu Yaolian pricked up her ears; she thought she was hallucinating.
"Ah Luo, did you hear something?" Bu Yaolian was drunk.
Ah Luo was practically holding up all of Bu Yaolian's weight.
"Someone's talking," Ah Luo said solemnly.
"Who is it?" Bu Yaolian tried to open her eyes, only to see a slender figure in front of the gate of Qinghua Palace. No, two; no, three. She chuckled. "So many Shao Zuns are flashing in and out."
"Shao Zun is speaking." Ah Luo walked over and put Bu Yaolian in Shao Zun's arms. "I've sent her back."
Then, she left without looking back.
"Ah Luo, come back. Where are you going? Ah Luo, don't abandon me. Shao Zun will kill me if he finds out I got drunk."
Bu Yaolian shook her head, her stomach churning, and her expression changed.
"Su Lian! Try throwing up on me if you dare." A warning voice pierced her brain.
