"You have the nerve to say that? You were drunk last night and insisted on kissing me. I had no choice but to knock you out!"
He spoke in a mocking tone.
"I have to kiss you? Nonsense!"
A blush crept onto Tu Yun's charming face, and some images flashed through her mind.
"I have a video, would you like to see it?"
"Wow, you actually filmed a video!"
Tu Yun was furious: "Delete it right now!"
"Okay, I'll delete it!"
Gao Yan took out his phone and pretended to delete the video, then said, "It's already deleted!"
"That's more like it!"
Tu Yun breathed a sigh of relief and regained her composure: "Hey little brat, you always try to take advantage of me, so why did you knock me out last night when I offered myself to you?"
"Sis, do you think a drunkard smells good?"
Upon hearing this, Tu Yun immediately realized that the boy disliked her smell.
Are you saying you're disgusted with me?
"Go ahead and say it!"
Gao Yan said with a mocking laugh.
"You little brat, don't even think about touching a single hair on my head again!"
After uttering a harsh remark, Tu Yun stormed off in a huff.
Back at the villa next door, Tu Yun grew angrier and angrier. She then asked Xiao Die, who was standing there, "Xiao Die, did I smell really bad last night?"
Xiaodie's expression froze, unsure how to respond.
Is it difficult to answer? Just tell the truth.
"That's true to some extent!"
Xiaodie nodded hesitantly.
"I'm quitting drinking from now on. Remember, if I drink again, remind me!"
Tu Yun thought for a moment, then felt a little resentful. That brat of a brother is really hateful. So what if he smells a little alcohol? How dare he complain about me!
Today is September 28th, Friday.
It's almost been a month since school started.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Gao Yan arrived at the classroom at a leisurely pace.
He had just sat down.
Then an angry figure sat down next to them.
"I have a rehearsal for my show this afternoon, are you coming?"
Gao Yan glanced at Yang Yue: "Why are you talking to me again?"
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