If Huo Qi were sober right now, he probably wouldn't even have the chance to walk through the door.
Ao Chen's gaze was indifferent as it fell upon Huo Qi's face, "You dislike me?"
Huo Qi laughed, his eyes hazy, as he moved his face a bit closer, his hot breath hitting Ao Chen's face. Ao Chen's eyes lingered on his thin lips, full of understanding, and he felt an urge to lean in but he dared not.
Ao Chen thought that he wouldn't hear an answer from Huo Qi, but to his surprise, Huo Qi mumbled hazily, "It's okay, just a bit ugly."
Ao Chen: "..."
He thought about it and felt that Huo Qi's words weren't entirely accurate. Wanting to say something, Huo Qi's expression suddenly changed, "I feel like throwing up."
"Just wait..."
