C70 (7)

“Ugh... I feel so awful...” Youyou whimpered unconsciously, her voice weak and fragmented. She didn’t know what she was saying or what she wanted, only that she wanted to lean closer to the person beside her.

He gritted his teeth and muttered, “You little minx.” With that, he bent down, scooped her up in his arms, and strode out of the restroom toward his stretch limo