"What's wrong with you?" Ye Shuimi reached out to touch his forehead. The latter leaned away and went to the sofa again. His feet were drunk.

She couldn't help laughing and crying.'What are you running for? You don't want me to touch you?'

Ye Miao stared at some hazy eyes and subconsciously glanced over his head without looking at her. "You don't like it. I drink."

Because they say they don't like it, they play kid temper? She looked interesting and deliberately pressed harder and harder. "What about that?" I've been close to you. Where are you going to hide?

The drunken Ye Miao's head was almost at fault. He...