บท 1902: Isn't it Too Late to Tell Me Now? Your Clothes are Off!

Ye Qianqian was silent. She gritted her teeth and pinched him on his waist.

Shen Zhilie recoiled, and his body leaned more against Ye Qianqian.

"You drank so much, and now you're so full of sh*t!" Ye Qianqian's cheeks were flushed. "Be careful. You don't want to die suddenly. Give me the car keys."

"No, let's go there." Shen Zhilie buried his face in her neck and said with a scent of wine on his breath, "I don't want to take a car home anymore. If we drive, I'll vomit to death."

Ye Qianqian turned her head away in disgust and said, "Get away from me. Your breath stinks."

"I don't want to take a car home," Shen Zhilie said again daintily. "Let's go."

Ye Qianqian pouted her lips. She ending up holding him up and walking toward the hotel.

After booking a standard room for two, Ye Qianqian declined the waiter's help and brought Shen Zhilie inside. She finally found the room and opened the door, then threw him on the bed.