Chapter 2 Honey, I Feel So Sick

Mervyn narrowed his eyes. Did she see him?

Didn't she? Or... she was faking it?

After so many years, He hadn't expected to meet her again at such a place!

But... there was something different about her.

The corner of Mervyn's mouth curved up playfully, "It works the way you usually use it."

"... Oh, thanks." Harriet nodded and then started to take off her pants.

Mervyn watched her unbutton the brass buttons of her jeans. Her pink underwear with a Hello Kitty pattern was exposed.

Mervyn felt parched, and his Adam's apple rolled.

Then footsteps came in from outside, followed by the laughter of drunken men.

Mervyn was shocked. Her jeans were still hanging at her crotch!

All of a sudden, he threw his arm around her waist and dragged her into a cubicle.

"Ah!" Harriet burst into tears. Her voice sounded drunkenly tantalizing, "What are you doing? Boohoo, full bladder; I need to pee!"

Mervyn lowered his head and glared at her, "Don't move!"

To his surprise, Harriet obeyed and leaned against his chest.

Mervyn looked at the person in his arms. She was so... beautiful!

Her curly hair spread casually on her shoulders like a mass of ink, which set off her porcelain cheeks. Her features were very delicate, and her chocolate eyes glittered. There was a thin layer of cream on her full lips, and her skin-tight jeans attenuated her long straight legs.

This woman was drop-dead gorgeous.

It looked like... she grew taller?

1.67 meters in height, Harriet was not short but looked petite in front of the 1.88-meter-tall Mervyn.

"Mm!" Harriet frowned, squirmed uneasily, and whined, "So uncomfortable!"

Suddenly, nausea assaulted her... She was going to puke!

"Barf!" Harriet covered her mouth.

"Hey!" Sensing her bad condition, Mervyn immediately lifted the toilet lid, "Throw up here!"

But it was too late...

"Barf!" Harriet pounced on him and ran him over on the toilet lid. Her head dropped straight to his abdomen...

Mervyn's pupils contracted abruptly, and the corner of his mouth twitched. A stream of dampness assailed him! And a pungent smell permeated the air.

Mervyn lost his composure, gritted his teeth, and growled, "Damn girl!"

"Mmm, Mmm..." Oblivious to everything, Harriet hummed comfortably after vomiting.

While Mervyn was fuming, the door of the cubicle wobbled open a seam... It was not neatly closed.

When the incomers saw them, they whistled, "Dude, doing it, huh? Feels good?"

"Get lost!"

Mervyn was hopping mad. Hell good!

As he got up, Harriet lost her balance and collapsed to the floor.

Mervyn knitted his eyebrows, looked at her beautiful face... and stretched out for her.

"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" Harriet raised her arm and glared viciously at Mervyn.

Huh! He laughed. No touching? Fine, no touching! Like he cared.

Mervyn drew back his hand, but Harriet pounced on him and threw her arms around his neck, "Hubby, but I can touch you!"

Hubby?

Mervyn stiffened. She already... got married?

Harriet hung on to him, "Honey, boohoo, I feel so sick!"

Mervyn turned sullen, "What has it got to do with me?"

"Boohoo, you're so mean!" Under the intoxication, her eyes went red. Full of grievances, she pouted at him.

As an idea crossed his mind, his Adam's apple rolled.

All of a sudden, he picked her up in his arms...