"Oww… it hurts so much…"
Shu Yunning curled up into a ball, letting out a cry from her mouth.
But she still persisted in crawling toward the bathroom.
People who are drunk don't care about elegance or manners; they do whatever they want, however they want!
"I'm going to wet my pants, I'm going to wet my pants…" Shu Yunning was almost crying, her legs tightly squeezed together, and she seemed utterly senseless.
Chen Hao couldn't stand to watch anymore, especially seeing the other person's distressed look from holding in her urine, so he just shook his head and then got out of bed.
"Where's the toilet?" Chen Hao walked over and asked.
"Over there." Shu Yunning pointed in a direction somewhat unconsciously.
"Let me help you," Chen Hao said with a light cough.
Then he picked up Shu Yunning.
He also feared that she might really wet her pants, which would be rather inhumane.