The woman patted his door with her hand, crying out, "Xiao Mo, come out!"
"I know you're inside... I know you're with that woman..."
"Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo!" Her voice weakened as she called out, leaning against the door and slowly sliding down, then sitting on the ground.
She seemed to have drunk a lot, becoming a mess.
With interest, He Ye walked up and nudged her with his foot. She mumbled something, lifting her head to look at him through hazy eyes.
He Ye raised an eyebrow. This girl looks quite pretty. Doesn't seem very old, right?
Another young girl abandoned early on and crying her heart out here.
He had never felt sympathies for women, only amusement. He crouched down and looked at her, "Why are you crying at my doorstep?"
She stared at him, her drunkenness making her look adorably foolish. He Ye thought she was reminiscing, but she raised her hand and slapped him.
"Xiao Mo... you bastard!"
