He was indeed drunk; Ji Anning spoke in disbelief, "It's the doctor."
"Tell him to get lost."
Ji Chicheng on the other side, slurred his words, almost shouting.
Feeling sorrow for the doctor who had just left, Ji Anning was relieved he was gone.
She ignored Ji Chicheng's words, frowning at his drunken state, "Why did you drink so much?"
Ji Chicheng still responded off-topic, "I really want to sleep with you right now, I want to strip off your clothes and hold you."
His drunken voice sounded somewhat childish.
Heavens! How could he... say something so vulgar.
Ji Anning felt her face was so hot it could probably fry an egg, and her throat felt as if it had been scorched by fire, dry and uncomfortable. She coughed twice and moistened it.
She glanced around to make sure no one was there, then frowned, lowered her voice, and scolded Ji Chicheng, "Uncle, you're drunk, go to sleep now."
"Hot, wanna sleep with you." Ji Chicheng lay down again.
