"I want to eat skewers... I need skewers... BOO HOO HOO... I want skewers..."

Later on, it was all snot and tears, crying like a fountain. "I want skewers... If there are no skewers, I’ll commit suicide..."

Wan Donglin was utterly dumbfounded. My God, so this is what a drunk person looks like—truly a shameful mess. I’ll never become a heavy drinker again; it’s just too ridiculous, he thought to himself.

"Where are the skewers? Without skewers, I’ll definitely commit suicide..."

He asked curiously, "How will you commit suicide?"

"I’ll buy a block of tofu and smash myself to death... BOO HOO HOO..."

I wish I could capture this disgraceful behavior of hers, he thought. But before he could grab the camera, she sobbed even louder, "Skewers... I need skewers..."

He couldn’t take it anymore. "Alright, alright, I’ll go buy some skewers immediately."

Just as he was turning to leave, she suddenly jumped off the bed and clung to his neck. "You big lug... Don’t leave me, don’t go... BOO HOO HOO... Please don’t leave me, okay?"

"I won’t leave. I’ll stay with you..."

"BOO HOO HOO, how long can you stay? Will you stay forever?"

"If you’re going to be this drunk all the time, I won’t stay with you for even a day, let alone a lifetime."

She suddenly burst into tears. "Are you abandoning me?... BOO HOO HOO... I knew it! You don’t want me... Sooner or later, you’ll ditch me... BOO HOO HOO..."

He was utterly lost for words. How can she be so annoying?

"If you don’t get drunk anymore, I won’t ditch you..."

"I’m not drunk."

"And you’re calling this sober?"

"Not drunk... Not at all... I’m completely clear-headed... I’ve never been this clear-headed in my life... BOO HOO HOO..."

"Since you’re so clear-headed, fine. Then tell me, do you love me?"

"BOO HOO HOO... You don’t love me. You don’t love me at all... I know you’ll never love me..."

Wan Donglin felt like his head would explode. Talking to a drunk is practically like talking to a mad person.

"BOO HOO HOO, I knew you would never love me..."

Tears and snot smeared all over his shirt. Soon, a large patch of drool stained his chest.

He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He embraced her, whispering softly, "Silly girl, you’re not allowed to drink anymore. See? This is how ugly you become when you’re drunk."

Just as he was about to continue speaking, he heard the even sound of her breathing. She had actually fallen asleep in his arms.

He gently placed her on the bed. Glancing at her phone, he saw calls and text messages from Huang Xiaojue. So, tonight was a classmate farewell party, he gathered. He was both annoyed and amused. Lightly tapping her forehead, he muttered, "I told you not to go out for meals with Huang Xiaojue anymore, but you didn’t listen. Just wait till you wake up, see how I’ll deal with you."

When Yan Xixi opened her eyes, the sky outside was already very dark.

She checked the time. My goodness, it’s already past four in the afternoon!

She had been sick all night, restless, tossing and turning. Now, her head was splitting, and her stomach felt raw from all the vomiting due to the hangover. Drinking really isn’t a pleasant pastime, she mused.

Looking around, the room was deserted.

She struggled to get up. The room was filled with the lingering stench of vomit. She opened the window to air it out. A blast of hot air rushed in, and soon her body felt damp and sticky, as if she had been in a sauna.

She took a shower, changed into clean pajamas, and walked out barefoot.

The room was still empty.