"Why are we suddenly talking about getting a room?"
Qin Chuan instinctively wanted to refuse, but Wen Yaxin's words made him hesitate.
"If you don't come into the room, I'll just find a random guy on the street and give myself to him tonight." Wen Yaxin's eyes were red, her lips tightly pressed together, showing an intense stubbornness.
Right now, she was like a child throwing a tantrum at Qin Chuan, completely losing her sense of reason under the influence of alcohol.
In this state, she could do anything.
No wonder they say drinking leads to trouble.
Alcohol does that, it makes you stubborn and headstrong.
For her safety, Qin Chuan had no choice but to grit his teeth and accompany her into the room, planning to find a way to let her fall asleep, thinking she might change her mind once she sobers up.
Once they entered the room and the door closed, Wen Yaxin turned around and wrapped her arms around Qin Chuan's neck, actively seeking comfort.
