121 He Must Hate Me

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Seeing that Andrew was about to leave, Laurence hurried to stand up and grab his hand. "Don't leave, brother," she said gently. Hearing that, Andrew paused when his waist was held by Laurence. His eyes deepened. He broke Laurence's hand apart and hurried to get out when Laurence suddenly came to the front of him. She closed the door and blocked it. Andrew then found that Laurence flushed. He reached out to touch Laurence's forehead and then frowned. Feeling the hotness from Laurence's forehead, he wondered whether Laurence was sick because of the wine. "I'll take you to the hospital," he said. Laurence shook her head. She knew she drank too much and was kind of drunk now, which wasn't a bad thing to her because she could do what she didn't dare to do. So, she grabbed Andrew's hand, "I

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