The next morning, Zhang Qian woke up, rubbing her bleary eyes. She sat up in bed and suddenly her pupils dilated, and her mouth gaped open, about to scream.
Ye Ling looked at the Zhang Qian across from him and smiled slightly, "Why did you drink so much last night?"
"Drink? Drink what? Ye Ling, we saw a ghost last night, didn't I faint? What happened after I fainted?"
Zhang Qian hurriedly got out of bed, roaring with her teeth bared, her eyes filled with horror and fear. My god, it was an absolutely terrifying experience.
Ye Ling shook his head and stood up, "You idiot, you must have had too much to drink last night. There were no ghosts. You got drunk and I carried you to the hotel."
As he spoke, Ye Ling shook his head, pointed at Zhang Qian, turned around, and went into the washroom. However, Zhang Qian was stunned. Hey, what does that mean? Could it be that I lost control of my brain last night?
