Yao Yiyi had no interest in talking nonsense with Yang Kexin. She went around her and attempted to go out of the washroom. She was surprised to find that even though Yang Kexin was drunk, her strength was surprisingly strong. She flung herself at Yao Yiyi like a beast, knocking Yao Yiyi to the wall straight away.
Yao Yiyi let out a painful groan, thinking that there would certainly be a bruise behind her back.
She looked at Yang Kexin who was on her and could not help cursing in her heart. This wasted woman was simply an unreasonable lunatic. It must be her unlucky day to bump into a lunatic.
"Let me go, Yang Kexin," Yao Yiyi said through gritted teeth.
Yang Kexin raised her head and stared at Yao Yiyi who was close at hand with hazy and drunken eyes. She raised her hand and stroked Yao Yiyi’s cheek, asking dubiously, "Yao Yiyi, now that I look at you closely, you look just like me. Why does Qingheng prefer you but not me? I don't think I am any worse than you, so why does he just