She grabbed his shoulders, her face stern.
She growled, "Bryan White, are you crazy!? Completely ignoring the occasion?!..."
Bryan White was indifferent, continuing to hold him, his eyes bloodshot from drinking: "Just a kiss, I'm very sober and know what to do and what not to do!"
His speech was quite logical, no longer stammering, he just wouldn't let go of her.
Emma Benson stood beside them smiling, watching the two entangled, suddenly spoke up: "Mabel, if you have something to say, say it alone, whether you hug or kiss, do you want the room left for you?"
"No need!"
"Exactly right!..." Mabel Doyle and Bryan White spoke almost simultaneously, as soon as the words were out, Mabel glared at him, and the man directly picked her up by the waist, turned, and walked to the room across the hall.
As he passed by Morgan Benson, he didn't forget to instruct him: "Tonight, you share a room with Walter Schmidt..."
