"Time to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow, the company is quite busy."
In the next moment, someone's breath suddenly came close, instantly reaching him.
The drunkard joked, seemingly with a hint of other emotions in his words beside his ear.
"Qing Yi brother, you look so good, there must be many young girls in the company who like you."
His warm breath mixed with a faint scent of alcohol sprayed all over Qing Yi's face.
Qing Yi's body instantly tightened, as if all his blood was flowing backward.
"...That's not the case."
Qing Yi's voice was somewhat hoarse.
"How would that be? Nowadays, young girls like your type, capable, wealthy, can cook, caring, and good-looking, a proper warm-hearted guy."
As soon as the drunkard finished speaking, Qing Yi blurted out without thinking, entirely from psychological imbalance:
"If I'm so good, why don't you like me?"
"..."
Both of them were stunned.
