Ye Shaoting's forehead throbbed with pulsing veins, and his fists clenched tightly at his sides with a crackling noise.
The overwhelming scent of alcohol irritated him.
Did she call him over just to vomit on him?
Ye Shaoting looked down at his clothes, feeling incredibly relieved that she hadn't eaten anything, only drank alcohol—the only things she had vomited were alcohol and water. Otherwise, he truly might have exploded.
He wanted to take a deep breath to express his current frustrated mood, but thinking of the odor, he forcibly held it back and dashed into the bathroom, as if carried by the wind.
After Ye Shaoting showered, his clothes were all wet, so he had no choice but to come out wrapped in a bath towel.
As soon as he stepped out, he saw Zuo Qing climb unsteadily from the bed and, with shaky "fairy steps," begin to walk towards him.
