Crossley Gibson pushed him away, feeling even more agitated when she saw him, "Ose, please leave me alone, okay!?"
"...Who am I to you? Nothing, right? So don't mind me! Just take care of your own girlfriend!"
Crossley was so drunk that her words were incoherent, completely unaware of what she was saying, just wanting to push him away and go to sleep.
The man frowned, stunned for a moment, pondering the woman's words, then curled his lips into a smile, his originally somber handsome face softening.
"What did you say?" He pulled her to him, his big hand wrapping around her waist, holding her tight to stop her from going forward.
"Let go of me, I want to sleep, I don't want to talk to you right now!..." Crossley pushed against his shoulders, unable to break free, and eventually stopped struggling. She raised her head and stared at the man's face, her eyes somewhat hazy, "...Ose, tell me, did I really like you in the past?"
