The 99th Divorce

Ye Qianqian was silent. She gritted her teeth and pinched him on his waist.

Shen Zhilie recoiled, and his body leaned more against Ye Qianqian.

“You drank so much, and now you’re so full of sh*t!” Ye Qianqian’s cheeks were flushed. “Be careful. You don’t want to die suddenly. Give me the car keys.”

“No, let’s go there.” Shen Zhilie buried his face in her neck and said with a scent of wine on his breath, “I don’t want to take a car home anymore. If we drive, I’ll vomit to death.”

Ye Qianqian turned her head away in disgust and said, “Get away from me. Your breath stinks.”

“I don’t want to take a car home,” Shen Zhilie said again daintily. “Let’s go.”

Ye Qianqian pouted her lips. She ending up holding him up and walking toward the hotel.

After booking a standard room for two, Ye Qianqian declined the waiter’s help and brought Shen Zhilie inside. She finally found the room and opened the door, then threw him on the bed.

Shen Zhilie was tossed so hard that he nearly threw up right there on the bed. He opened his eyes and stared at Ye Qianqian. There was a blur in front of him.

Ye Qianqian looked at him in disgust and helped him take off his coat. Then she went to boil a pot of water for him.

There was some juice in the fridge. She spotted some sour plum juice and took it out, then poured it in the kettle and heated it up.

She held Shen Zhilie up to drink the sour plum juice. He was a little confused and asked, “Isn’t this sour plum soup?”

“Yes.”

“Sour plum soup works for hangovers?”

“I don’t know, but I know sour plum soup can help stop vomiting.” Ye Qianqian held him and poured the juice into his mouth.

“Hmmm…” Shen Zhilie couldn’t drink it down. He turned his head and said, “My stomach’s bloated. Can’t you feel a bit sorry for me?”

Ye Qianqian clenched her teeth and patted her hand on his stomach. Shen Zhilie wailed and looked at Ye Qianqian pitifully.

“You deserve it,” she said.

“I need to go to the toilet,” Shen Zhilie whispered.

No matter how she looked at it, this guy seemed to be acting like a spoiled child. “Go by yourself.”

“What do I do if I fall?”

“If you fall, you fall. I told you not to drink so much!”

Although she said she wouldn’t help him, Ye Qianqian still helped him walk to the bathroom, step by step.

After he finished urinating, Ye Qianqian touched his neck and noticed that there was a thin layer of sweat on it.

She took his sweater off and scolded, “If you were hot, you should have said so. You’d better die from heat.”

“Hot.”

“You’re only saying that now. Your clothes are already off!”

Shen Zhilie opened his eyes slowly. He looked at Ye Xixi and said, “No, you lied to me.”

Ye Qianqian: “…”

Ignoring him, Ye Qianqian took off her coat and sweater and went for a bath herself.

She finished washing up and walked out to find Shen Zhilie lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. He only wore a single layer of clothes, and his face was flushed red. Ye Qianqian positioned his legs straight so he could lie down properly.

Shen Zhilie turned and directly slammed her down next to him.

Ye Qianqian turned to look at him with a frightened look. Shen Zhilie unconsciously tugged on her leg, then firmly imprisoned her in his arms, like a clam holding onto a pearl.

Ye Qianqian wasn’t in the mood, and pushed him away. “The quilt is under you. Get off of me,” she said.

Shen Zhilie leaned against her. The smell of wine on his breath was still quite strong. Ye Qianqian turned her face away in disgust. She struggled hard but couldn’t get away from him. She felt overpowered.

Then, she was forced to breathe into her mouth the smell of his wine breath. “Well…” Ye Qianqian frowned and moved her face away. “Shen… uh…”

She had just finished taking a bath and was only wearing a single thin garment, which only covered her thighs.