"Drunk?" The curly-haired man shook his head vigorously at her words. A drunkard would never admit he's had too much. "How could I be? I can hold my liquor just fine. See? I can still see your face clearly, hahaha! You're gorgeous!"
As the curly-haired man spoke, his eyes lit up and he reached out to lift Su Qing's chin. "A beautiful night like this... it's the perfect time for a little romance, HIC~ Oww—"
The curly-haired man's hand never touched Su Qing's chin. Instead, she slapped it away. Caught off balance, his legs gave out and he tumbled to the ground.
The fall seemed to knock some fight into him. He scrambled to his feet, cursing, and pointed at Su Qing. "HIC~ You damn woman! Walking alone in an empty alley this late at night, aren't you just asking to be hit on? I was just giving you what you wanted, and you dare to hit me? If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know who you're dealing with!"
With that, the curly-haired man lunged forward to hit Su Qing.
