Woodley Allen was so drunk that his head was spinning, and he stared at Eve Thompson.
Since she came in, this girl had put on the "I'm drunk after one cup" look, which made them all lower their guard and drink one cup after another.
But why was she the only one still standing in the end?
With this doubt, Woodley swayed and collapsed on the table.
The private room became quiet.
Eve looked up, her eyes shining.
She was famously able to drink thousands of cups without getting drunk; these six or seven people were no match for her.
However, touching her swollen belly, she decided to go to the restroom.
She had barely left the room when she suddenly heard voices up ahead:
"Wow, this chick is so pretty; come and play with us!"
The voice was lewd.
Then there was a soft, delicate female voice, like that of a girl from the South: "Please don't do this; let me go."