Ye Hao awkwardly waved his hand, then wiped his nose with the back of his hand, not daring to speak.
It was truly embarrassing, getting a nosebleed in front of a woman, and it even splattered onto her.
Fang Ni playfully clung to Ye Hao, leaping onto him, her soft body pressing against his.
Of course, her boldness today was naturally related to drinking; although she sobered up somewhat from fright earlier, once she relaxed, she became half-drunk and half-awake again.
"Am I beautiful?" Fang Ni asked, as she hung onto Ye Hao. Her fiery red slit dress parted to the sides, causing Ye Hao's nose to bleed again, because Fang Ni's thighs were so fair—so fair they made him dizzy.
"Beautiful!" Ye Hao nodded mechanically, thinking that she wasn't just beautiful; she was deadly.
"Then would you kiss me? I miss you, you terrorist," Fang Ni said with a teasing smile, though she already felt like she was about to fall asleep.
