David was pushed against the wall, his thin lips still stained with the woman's delicate lipstick.
He was breathing heavily, his eyes full of lust as he stared blankly at Summer in the bathroom, who was throwing up furiously.
She just cried, didn't she?
And she threw up!
Was she that averse to his closeness?
Summer finally felt better after throwing up.
She went to the sink and unscrewed the faucet, rinsed her mouth with cold water, and only then did she think of David outside.
With a pang of apprehension, I wonder if David will think of anything.
When I came to the door, I saw David staring at himself, his eyes tinged with a trace of scarlet, and his expression looked like he was suffering from a love wound.
"Summer, are you particularly repulsed by my kissing you?"
David moved his lips and asked the question with difficulty.
Summer was stunned, looking at the tiny reflection of himself in David's eyes, his heart crossed with a trace of pain.
He thought she threw up because she resented him kissing her?
Then consider her revolting.
Summer slightly lowered her eyes, hiding the hurt under her eyes, and said to her assistant, "He's drunk, I'll have someone send you back."
The assistant held David's body and hurriedly responded.
David watched as Summer crossed him to leave and reached out to pull her away.
"Summer, don't go away, talk to me and make it clear!"
Summer ducked nimbly to the side, "There's nothing to say, it's what you think."
Long term pain is better than short term pain.
Maybe if he said that, he should die.
David's eyes were misty and he just felt his head dizzy with dizziness.
The assistant was reassuring and dragged him to the car Summer had prepared for them, and finally sent David back to the hotel.
David's alcohol got the better of him and he fell asleep in the car.
Back at the hotel, the assistant and the driver helped him into the room left and right.
David is still not awake.
The assistant took off his clothes for him and settled him on the bed.
Fearing that he might wake up in the middle of the night, the assistant didn't go back to her room, but settled for the night on the couch.
David drank too much wine and didn't wake up all night.
I didn't wake up in a daze until the next day.
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