In the bathroom, Lu Mengyao was still sitting on the toilet seat. After waiting for a while, her cousin hadn't come, so she shouted, "Liu Mang, Liu Mang, where are you?"
As soon as she spoke, there was no response. The room was completely quiet, as if Liu Mang had disappeared.
The house wasn't big, and Lu Mengyao didn't believe Liu Mang couldn't hear her. He must be deliberately not answering, that damn guy, so annoying.
Leaving her alone in the bathroom, what was he trying to do? He wouldn't be trying to scare her, would he?
Humph, Lu Mengyao wasn't afraid at all. She was famously brave. This was her own home, and there was no way she could be scared here.
It was just that her body was dirty. Her top was covered in her own vomit, which smelled awful. It was really uncomfortable in this state.
Being drunk was truly a terrible feeling, extremely uncomfortable and stinky.
