Celia instantly became more sober, but her mind was still foggy. Was she really drunk tonight? She thought she could handle her liquor, but it seems when in a bad mood, it's much easier to get drunk.
"Let go of me, or don't blame me for being rude." Celia had learned self-defense, so she was still calm facing these two scoundrels. In her drunken haze, the sight of these two vulgar men made her feel nauseous.
Just as she finished speaking, she indeed felt sick and ran to the utility pole to vomit. The two men frowned, but luckily the vomit didn't dirty Celia's clothes, so they were still interested.
The two followed her, not feeling that they were the cause of her disgust.
"So you'll be rude? Fine, show us how rude you can be." The man's shamelessness and sleaziness were prominently displayed at this moment. Even after Celia vomited, they still didn't feel disgusted. How desperate for women could they be?
