She struggled desperately, reaching out to grasp something. Then she saw Wan Yu mouthing the words, "Grab hold of Si Yuhuan and piss off Jiang Qimeng. You go, girl."
Like hell she will!
BLEGH—
Jian Xi thought about how he might have just been kissing Jiang Qimeng intimately and then came to her, and she felt nauseated.
That's what she thought, and that's exactly what she did.
If Si Yuhuan hadn't dodged in time, he would probably have been...
His handsome face was grim, as black as the bottom of a sooty pot. "Jian Xi, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Jian Xi waved her hand dismissively and ran to the washroom, retching uncontrollably.
A large hand landed on her back, patting gently.
Jian Xi lifted her watery, hazy eyes. She seemed like someone still recovering from a serious injury, slightly dizzy. Or perhaps it was the strong aftereffects of mixing beer and liquor; she felt floaty, her body swaying unsteadily.
