He quietly glanced at Xue Feifei and, without saying another word, began to stagger forward one step, then another, and yet another.
Xue Feifei stood by the door, while Yu Sixing was inside the room. So, Yu Sixing was taking steps toward her. She watched him, not knowing what he would do. Had her words just now enraged him? Was he going to hit her? Would he stand in front of her with an intimidating stare, or would he get physical? Especially since he was drunk, the likelihood of him getting physical was even higher, right?
Xue Feifei felt a bit nervous as Yu Sixing approached her step by step, drawing closer to her side. The scent of alcohol on his breath mixed with a hint of cologne, and it assaulted her with its burning intensity.
Moreover, Yu Sixing stood still not far in front of her. She was not short, standing at 168 cm without her shoes. But next to Yu Sixing, who was over 180 cm tall, especially at this close distance, she seemed suddenly frail and delicate.