Ah Gui sat at the bar, drinking two glasses of whisky before he could suppress the fire in his heart.
He pursed his lips, still able to feel her softness lingering on them.
He ordered another drink.
With one gulp, he focused on driving that strange sensation out of his body.
Qiao Zhiyi sent him a message asking about Ye Xi's situation.
Ah Gui exhaled harshly and replied, "Don't worry, she's fine. She's resting in the hotel now."
Suddenly, the image of her bewildered face as he pushed her away flashed through his mind.
It was just bewilderment, nothing else.
She should be fine.
She had been drunk, that's why she acted that way. Once she sobered up, she would forget all about it.
It was good that he left first. If he had stayed, it would have been even more awkward.
Suddenly remembering something, he took out his phone and dialed a number; the call was quickly connected.
"Are you free? Let's meet."