"Name, please."
"Xu Miaomiao."
"Do you know why I brought you here?"
"I know. I was harassing handsome men in the street and breaking off public order."
"You're self-aware!" My words amused the police officer at the police station.
He turned to look at another innocent and handsome man. The man had a face that was comparable to that of a celebrity. However, his face was covered with lipstick stains. "What about you? Will you forgive her?"
I saw the man, whom I harassed, sigh and ask, "Has she sobered up from alcohol?"
"Yes!" I answered immediately.
Hearing this sentence, the man with red lips, white teeth, and stunning features glanced at me.
Then, I immediately cowered.
After a lecture, I already knew whom I had offended.
Jyan Ming was a campus hunk from an army academy. He had not graduated from university yet and had only arrived in this city today because he wanted to visit his relatives. At this moment, he still had a backpack on his back.
He was about to go to the mall to buy something, but before he could go in, I, the drunkard, blocked his way.
It was said that at that time, I was so drunk that my eyes were red. I held the high-end luxury silk pajamas with one hand before stuffing them into Jyan Ming's arms.
First, I asked him if he was single, then I cried and screamed, "I only wanted to have a boyfriend. Why is it so difficult? It's all because I'm too busy with work!"
Then, I crazily confessed to him, saying we could get together if we were both single.
He blushed and shyly refused me. "No."
I was rolling drunk, so I wasn't ashamed of myself.
Since I couldn't find such a handsome yet simple and shy man on TV, I couldn't let him go. Hence, I hugged and kissed him.
Drunkards, especially desperate wage slaves, cared about nothing. Eventually, I kissed him on the street just like that.
I closed my eyes to recall the incident, as if I could still hear his magnetic voice and his helpless gasps.
"Why are you blushing?" The policeman interrupted my memory at the right time. "How can you do this on the street when you're so ashamed? Please don't drink again next time. Go home now!"
I nodded and bowed. "Thank you so much!"
At 2 a.m., I rushed out of the police station and looked at the street, wanting to cry but having no tears.
At that moment, Jyan Ming came out too.
He glanced at me and quietly lowered his eyes to wipe the lipstick marks on his face. However, he couldn't clean the stains on his face, leaving his fair skin flushing red.
"Well..."
The scene was too tempting. I was attracted to it. Oh, no! I regretted it. "I have wet tissue. You can remove the lipstick stain using it. Do you want it?"
He looked up at me.
Although Jyan Ming's deep eyes were clear, they had a faint sharpness. He would not be an ordinary man with such a stunning appearance in a few years.
"It's Dior 999. You can't even wipe it away..."
"Um."
He finally responded.
