Forrest smelled like alcohol.
Lorri did not dare to believe what he said. She said cautiously, "Let's talk after you sober up tomorrow."
"I'm not drunk. I know what I'm talking about." Forrest held her back and refused to let her go. His voice was soft, with an inexplicable childish stubbornness. "You know better than anyone what I'm like when I'm drunk."
Lorri felt that her face, which had just cooled down, was burning up again.
She really couldn't tell if he was drunk or not.
"Lorri," Forrest came up from behind. Lorri could smell the sweetness of alcohol in his mouth, and his usually cold tone was now warm and hoarse.
Lorri suddenly panicked. "It's... it's getting late. Go to bed early. I'm going to sleep too."
After saying that, she hurriedly got up and hit Forrest's chin with h
