Betty squinted, leaned in close to his face, and suddenly raised her hand to slap him.
"You're a bastard!"
After saying it, she pushed him away.
"Get... get away from me..."
Abel bumped against the wall and raised his hand to touch his face.
"You little brat, did you really hit me?"
Drunk and yet her hand is so heavy.
"I'll hit you to death!"
As Betty spoke, she rushed over, originally intending to grab him, but staggered and fell towards the stairs.
"Careful!"
Abel hurried over to hug her, but got bumped and fell onto the steps, his back hitting the edge of the stairs, aching for quite a while.
"Ah... my waist is almost broken because of you." He held her up to stand again, "What floor do you live on? I'll take you back."
"I don't want you to take me back, let go of me..."
Betty struggled hard, Abel was afraid she might get injured again, so he refused to let go.
"Be good, don't make a fuss, listen..."
