When Guo Lantai was half-dragged, half-carried upstairs by Cen Muxiao, he already felt somewhat unwell. But Cen Muxiao rarely set foot in his room—how could he let him leave so easily to keep his beloved company?
Even if he could not keep him, he could not let Song Anning have it easy. He had to make him worry himself sick at least once!
So he continued to throw a tantrum and act shamelessly. Unexpectedly, Cen Muxiao happened to want to teach him another lesson on Song Anning's behalf. But before the man grabbing his collar could say more than a few words, Guo Lantai felt his stomach churning violently.
Great, he was really drunk out of his mind. There was no way he could keep tangling with him. He had just opened his mouth to beg for mercy when someone knocked on the door. He did not even need to guess to know that the anxious Song Anning had come looking for them.
Cen Muxiao opened the door. Song Anning arrived with concern written all over his gentle face, but Guo Lantai was about to throw up—why was he blocking him from getting through?
Afraid he would pounce on Cen Muxiao? Heh, he was overthinking it. At that moment, the one thing Guo Lantai wanted to pounce on most was the toilet!
He was already dizzy and nauseous, yet Song Anning was still playing hawk catches chicks with him. If he did not do something, he would be letting Song Anning's good intentions down!
He truly did not have time to drink the hangover soup. He did not mind letting Song Anning have a taste of his vomit first!
The thought had barely crossed his mind when his body reacted at lightning speed. Before he could say anything else, he