C2810 Pickup

"What's the matter with you?" Ye Shuimo reached out a hand to touch his forehead, but the latter tilted her head away and walked to the sofa, tipsy.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Why are you running? Don't want me to touch you?"

Ye Miao opened his hazy eyes and subconsciously looked away from her, "You don't like it, I'll drink."

Because I said I don't like it