Knock knock knock!
"Qingkui? Are you okay?"
Zhou Wang asked tentatively at the bathroom door.
"I'm fine… Zhou Wang, you, you go use one of the other bathrooms, I'm gonna be in here for a long time."
The sound of water could be faintly heard from inside, mixed with Jiang Qingkui's rushed shouting.
Zhou Wang couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile.
The first thing Jiang Qingkui did after she sobered up was to wriggle out of Zhou Wang's arms at lightning speed, then dash straight into the bedroom.
Her legs were clearly weak; she almost stumbled, but Jiang Qingkui obviously didn't care about the strange state of her body. She only wanted to get into the bathroom — this private space — as quickly as possible, to shut out the awkwardness that felt like it was about to spill out of the air itself.
Zhou Wang could more or less understand what she was feeling.
