"Fuck! What the hell are you doing—you, motherf—," the young man, infuriated and embarrassed, saw himself drenched like a drowned rat, and had to suppress his anger and head to the restroom.
Xiaolei huffed, noticing that her hands and body were also sprayed with quite a bit of beer, and also left the private room to clean up in the restroom.
After tidying up her clothes in the restroom, Xiaolei came out, heading back to the private room along the corridor, when she abruptly stopped in her tracks at a certain spot.
Through the slightly ajar door, she saw a familiar figure come into view.
In the dimly lit private room, a man leaned back on the sofa, unconscious, with an array of opened liquor bottles on the coffee table in front of him.
Most of them were empty.
It was her cousin.
Xiaolei, surprised upon confirming the man's identity, pushed the door open, walked in, and called out, "Cousin."
