After drinking, Gu Meng felt a little dizzy.
The man's thin and strong lips suddenly pressed against hers.
Gu Meng widened her eyes slightly.
She tried hard to see who was kissing her, but the shadows overlapped.
She could not tell if it was reality or a dream.
Gu Meng put her hands on the man's shoulders and pushed him away.
She touched her forehead and walked towards the bathroom. She turned on the shower and let the cold water fall on her head. She seemed to have sobered up a little. She wiped the water droplets on her face and looked toward the door.
The man she had pushed away was walking toward her.
Gu Meng's pupils constricted slightly. "Ye Qing…"
So, it wasn't a dream.
…
No matter how much she hated him, she still called his name when she was drunk.
