"Here, slow down, slow down, be careful—"
Tian Xin followed behind Zhang Shuai, carefully protecting Lin Zhou, who was so drunk he was unconscious and slung over Zhang Shuai's shoulder.
The night was already deep, and Lin Hai and Gao Cheng were also thoroughly drunk, being supported back to the hotel rooms by Li Jing and Gao Wen.
Zhang Shuai was very impatient; as soon as he entered the room, he put Lin Zhou down and threw him onto the bed. The word "threw" was not an exaggeration; if Lin Zhou were to wake up at this moment, he would be embarrassed by lying sprawled on the bed, his skin red like a boiled crab.
Even more so, Tian Xin was right there beside him, having witnessed him in such a state.
"Hey, be gentle—" Tian Xin saw Zhang Shuai's rough action and hurried over to straighten Lin Zhou, taking off his shoes and covering him with a blanket. The gentleness in her actions rendered Zhang Shuai utterly infuriated.
"Come out with me—"
"What for?"
