Startled by the sound of an engine outside, Aunt Fang woke up.
She quickly opened the door, and sure enough, her husband was back.
Gu Liancheng entered quickly, carrying Fang Eleven and said to Aunt Fang, "Get the hot water going."
"Oh, yes!" Aunt Fang nodded, frowning, "What happened to the lady... she's drunk again…"
What's with the kids these days? Can't they cope with unhappiness without resorting to alcohol?
"Bear with it a little longer."
They even didn't have time to go to the second floor, and hurriedly went into the first floor restroom. By then, Eleven simply couldn't hold it back any longer and vomited drastically.
The strong smell of alcohol instantly filled the restroom. The odor was weighty. Gu Liancheng frowned but did not leave her side.
Fang Eleven, what am I to do with you!
...
Moving the soft and vulnerable Eleven back into the bed, her hands were still clinging to his waist.
"I'm not Qianxun..."
