Looking at the drunken Wei Xueqing, her cheeks flushed and her little mouth pouting, sleeping like a child, Yang Chen couldn't help but shake his head.
Women, if you can't handle your alcohol, don't drink it. If I weren't here, you'd probably be lying on the street, picked up by someone.
At that moment, Wei Xueqing suddenly sat up. Yang Chen could tell she was about to throw up and quickly pulled over a trash can to the front of her bed, indicating for her to vomit into it.
After she vomited a bit, Yang Chen let her drink some water to rinse her mouth.
With things like that, Yang Chen couldn't go back, so he went to the living room and made do on the sofa for the night.
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After experiencing intense headaches, Wei Xueqing thoroughly regretted not controlling herself the previous night. The feeling of being drunk was unbearable!
The room was filled with an unpleasant smell, making Wei Xueqing furrow her brows. She struggled to get up, feeling a chill on her body.
