"I need to pee," she pouted, turning her head back to look over her shoulder. Mo Qingchen raised his brow, wondering how she would react when he told her how colorful she had been while drunk.
"Okay," he sighed. He very well couldn't accompany her inside the bathroom. She seemed to have gotten a bit drunker than she did when she fell asleep in the car, so he didn't want to scold her either.
He knew enough about drunks to know that when they cried, their tears wouldn't stop, neither would their wails.
"Don't lock the door!" he commanded her. She hummed, her voice hoarse but when she closed the door behind her, Mo Qingchen heard the inadvertent click of the lock.
He waited. Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
His knees bounced as he waited. He didn't know how long a grown woman took in the bathroom, so he couldn't be overly worried. Instead, he walked over to the closed door and knocked loudly.
"Are you okay in there?" he asked.
