Ye Tiao, the instigator of all the trouble, was comfortably turning over and happily fell asleep.
Tang Jingming remained frozen in his spot for a long time, feeling incredibly wronged inside.
But there was no reasoning with a drunk woman, and Tang Jingming, full of stifled frustration, bitterly grabbed a mop to wipe up the puddles of water on the floor. Afterwards, he still had to clean up the living room—it was utterly miserable.
The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt.
Damn it!
Why should I always be the one getting bullied!
Tang Jingming wiped his mouth and, in a huff, threw down what he was doing. He burst into Ye Tiao's room.
He was going to give her a good beating!
Ye Tiao had a dream.
In her dream, she seemed to have found a brand of jelly that was unexpectedly delicious—fragrant, slippery, even with a hint of fine Western liquor.
