"You, you two…" An Xiaxia stared at them with mouth agape. Forget about the water — all she wanted to do now was scream.
Sheng Yize decided on the spot. He kicked Qi Yanxi away, rose to his feet, and covered An Xiaxi's mouth.
"Quiet."
An Xiaxia took a few shallow breaths and mumbled a little, gesturing at Sheng Yize to let go of her.
"What were you two doing? Why did he stick his hand in your…" Flushing, An Xiaxia pointed at his pants.
That was such a lewd image! Her world was falling apart!
Sheng Yize smacked his forehead in resignation. He was a better drinker than Qi Yanxi and hadn't stayed drunk that long. However, that goofy Qi Yanxi acted like a puppy, squirming to his side and asking to hold him while he slept. Sheng Yize had had to kick him a few times to quiet him down. However, the fellow started up again after a while, which was what An Xiaxia had walked in on…
"Cold… so cold…" Qi Yanxi wailed, holding on to a table leg.
