"Fourth Brother... Shen Chi..." Xu Chaomu had no more strength, her throat hoarse, almost completely at Yu Weiwei's mercy.
Even so, the name she called out the most was still Shen Chi's.
"Come, be good, let's wash your face."
Yu Weiwei dragged Xu Chaomu into the washroom, wet a towel with water, and began to wipe her face for her.
Xu Chaomu's little face was beet red, clearly drunk to a serious degree. Yu Weiwei felt helpless; knowing that Xu Chaomu couldn't handle her alcohol, she had still ended up like this.
Yu Weiwei sighed. If only Chaomu would forget everything once she sobered up.
Though Xu Chaomu was causing a commotion, she obediently let Yu Weiwei wash her face for her. After the wash, Yu Weiwei proceeded to take her out of the restroom, planning to ask a waiter for some sobering tea.
However, the moment Yu Weiwei firmly grasped Xu Chaomu's hand, she realized how fiercely hot her body was.
