The laughter penetrated the heavy night.
After a moment.
Zhang Yan suddenly clutched her stomach and squatted on the ground.
"What's wrong, Yanyan?"
"Nothing." She waved her hand somewhat embarrassedly. "I might have drunk too much ice beer tonight and caught a chill by the wind outside. I'll be fine going to the restroom."
After speaking, she held her stomach and jogged downstairs.
She closed the bathroom door, sat on the toilet, and took out her phone.
After hesitating for a long while, she finally opened the pinned chat box.
Her fingertips paused, edited, and finally sent out a message mixed with shyness, sharing, and longing:
[Tang Song, I'm at Feifei's flower shop, the barbecue in the loft smells great, and everyone is very happy. It's just that I was greedy and drank a few glasses of ice beer, and now my stomach is protesting. Turns out as people grow up, their stomachs become honest first.
