"Oh come on, you're really that drunk and muddled, huh?"
"It's freezing cold out here and you're hot?"
On a February evening on the streets of Tokyo, only someone with Lin Tian's physical resilience could withstand this wind.
"No way, I won't let you strip!"
Lin Tian quickly adjusted Yanyu's coat back onto her shoulder as she attempted to stretch one hand out of it.
"Ah... I'm really hot..."
Yanyu bashfully complained, rubbing her cheek against Lin Tian's chest in agitation.
It's like how a child behaves sulkingly, spinning their head in circles on the bed.
The drunken Yanyu seemed to have regressed by more than 10 years in age.
There she was, fidgeting against Lin Tian while continuing to plead stickily,
"Just help me take off my clothes, help me take them off..."
A passerby in a coat who happened to be walking by glanced at this scene and instantly revealed a look of sheer terror.
They stuffed their hands into their pockets and quickened their pace...
"....."
