Wang Dahai watched, his mouth dry and tongue parched, as the buddy who had just been released by Mrs. Liu showed signs of rearing up again.
He stared for a good ten seconds before snapping back to reality.
He quickly crouched down, grabbed her phone, and then helped her up from the ground.
Zhao Xue was too drunk to stand steadily and leaned directly into Wang Dahai's arms.
Her body was soft and tender, the fullness of her chest pressed against his, sending his heart and mind racing.
Wang Dahai resisted his inner urges and helped her out of the bar, placing her in the passenger seat.
By that time, Zhao Xue was a bit more sober and looked at Wang Dahai, asking, "Are you Wang Dahai?"
"Yes."
"Oh," Zhao Xue said, then she closed her eyes, slumped in the seat, and soon began to snore, clearly asleep.
Wang Dahai didn't think much of it and started the car to head home.
All the way, he glanced at her from the corner of his eye now and then.