"Xue'er, Xue'er, where is your home? I'll take you back," Wang Hao gently nudged Qin Xue and asked.
Qin Xue, heavy with drunkenness, stammered, "My home is in..."
"Wow!"
Before she could finish her sentence, she threw up all over Wang Hao.
Looking at the vomit covering him, Wang Hao involuntarily frowned and said, "Xue'er, can you not throw up on me next time?"
"Wow!"
Before Wang Hao's words hit the ground, Qin Xue started vomiting again.
This time, she missed his body and went straight for his face.
Wang Hao vigorously wiped the filth from his face and, looking back at the culprit Qin Xue, saw that she had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Seeing this, he shook his head helplessly.
Not knowing where Qin Xue lived, he had no choice but to take her to a hotel for the night.
Wang Hao saw a Three-Star express hotel ahead and arbitrarily parked the car on the street, supporting Qin Xue as they walked inside.