~ Still in Author's POV
The initial excitement died down immediately.
Mo Yichen stood rigid, his entire front soaked and ruined, his face dripping with her vomit. The cold, wet shock of the vomit quickly burned away the heat of anger and desire inside him.
He stared at her in shock but didn't explode.
He was too stunned, too horrified by the state of his wife. How much exactly did she drink?
Why did she go to the club if she was going to end up in this state? Mo Yichen began to question if he really knew his wife, because he never remembered her being this rebellious before.
Even though he never returned, her reports never portrayed her as the extroverted type, which is why he was shocked; she was wasted.
With a grunt of frustration, he continued moving to their bedroom. Kicking down the door, he gently set Mo Yi down on the master bed. She was breathing evenly, now deeply asleep, completely passed out.
As if she didn't realise what had just happened.
