"Wang Dong, shut your mouth!"
Yu Xiaorong's face turned blue with anger as she stood up and scolded him with a delicate voice.
"What... what are you ranting about?"
Wang Dong squinted at his girlfriend through drunken eyes, smirked with his mouth agape, and said with a slurred tongue, "I'm telling you, if it weren't for your bed skills... if your bed skills weren't good, I would've damn... damn switched to another woman to play with..."
Slap—
Before he could finish his sentence, his face was met with a slap from Yu Xiaorong.
"Wang Dong, you bastard!"
Consumed with a mix of shame and rage, Yu Xiaorong threw out her slap. She knew that by doing so, her romantic relationship with Wang Dong was over.
But Yu Xiaorong had no regrets; in fact, she felt somewhat relieved.
Drunk words are sober thoughts.
