Fu Shiyan hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and turned to enter the bedroom.
The person on the bed was gone, only the sound of vomiting could be heard from the bathroom.
He rushed in and saw An Yan bent over the toilet, violently sick.
He squatted next to her, gently patting her back.
An Yan felt a little better after throwing up and slowly turned her head to look at him, "It's you, Ayan."
"Why did you drink so much? And your phone was switched off too."
An Yan's eyes were bleary with drunkenness, she patted his face, "You want to know? Do you?"
"I do."
"Well, I'm not telling you! Hahaha!" An Yan's stomach churned again, and she bent over the toilet to vomit once more.
After struggling for a full hour, An Yan finally finished throwing up. She leaned against the washbasin, brushing her teeth and washing her face with her eyes closed, not skipping a single step, then she went back to the bedroom and fell asleep on the big bed.
