"GAME OVER."
Then she walked out of the private room without looking back.
Leaving behind a room full of people, staring in shock and disbelief.
Ye Che left the luxurious private room and headed straight for the bathroom, having drunk a total of seven glasses of pure foreign liquor; his stomach felt like a battleground, denying him any peace.
He leaned over the washbasin, fighting to keep control for a long while, but finally, with a retch, he vomited messily.
Not until he had thrown up even the bile and his mouth was filled with a bitter taste did he turn on the tap and carelessly wash his face with cold water before rinsing out his mouth; then he lifted his head and stared blankly into the mirror.
