"What are you doing?" As soon as An Zhe had steadied Ye Shu, he turned around to see Gan Xiaotian holding up her cellphone.
"I'm not doing anything, can't I touch up my makeup? This is the ladies' room, and I haven't even asked what a man like you is doing here! What right do you have to control me?"
Gan Xiaotian rolled her eyes at An Zhe and ran off.
An Zhe wanted to chase after her, but Ye Shu, leaning on his shoulder, started to throw up.
With a pitter-patter, she vomited all over An Zhe.
After vomiting, she still chuckled and patted his face, "Mr. Sheng, heh, stalker. Do you really enjoy keeping an eye on me from the shadows, helping me?"
Ye Shu was truly drunk.
When she patted An Zhe, she thought she was patting Sheng Shaochen.
Her little face unconsciously rubbed against his neck.
The ticklish sensation made it somewhat hard for An Zhe to maintain his composure.
He gently shook her, "Ye Shu, Ye Shu..."
