Qiao En shuddered with fright, instinctively trying to dodge, but the person directly hugged her legs.
"How come you only just got back?"
A muffled female voice murmured.
Qiao En couldn't hear clearly; she turned on the flashlight on her phone and shone it on the person's face.
Surprisingly, it was An Kexin, completely drunk, waiting at her door.
She didn't know how much she had drunk; her face was red as a monkey's butt.
She was clinging to Qiao En's trouser leg, her head leaning against Qiao En.
"Miss An, what are you doing here?"
Qiao En was full of suspicion.
"Waiting for you."
An Kexin murmured again.
She was like a sloth, her slender arms encircling Qiao En's thighs, clinging tightly to her.
"I feel so sick."
An Kexin said, about to vomit.
Qiao En quickly supported her, "Miss An, just hold on."
She hurriedly opened the door.
An Kexin, covering her mouth, scrambled inside.
