Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

After the dance, Joyce returned and saw many empty beer bottles on the table. She was instantly shocked. “Oh my, Nat, what are you trying to do drinking so much beer?”

She quickly took away the glass of beer in Natalie’s hand.

Natalie squinted her eyes and stared at her. She exclaimed, “J-Joyce, you’ve returned?”

“Right, you still know who I am. It seems like you’re not that drunk.” Joyce sat herself down next to Natalie.

Joyce did not comply and she pushed it further away. “Stop drinking, you’re drunk.”

“I… I’m not drunk!” Natalie waved her hand with dissatisfaction. Her rosy cheeks, red-stained lips, and ditsy drunk behavior had made her very alluring.

Joyce couldn’t help but stare idly.

She knew her best friend had the captivating looks of a vixen. She was worried that Natalie might start behaving like one after getting drunk.

“Oh God, quickly lower down your head. If the bunch of wolves sees you, they’ll definitely eat you alive.” Joyce covered Natalie’s head with her coat.

Natalie suddenly wept.

Joyce was taken aback. “Natalie, why are you crying?”

really sad.” Natalie looked at her with her teary

you sad?” Joyce was

her tears and said, “I’ve quit my job and I won’t be able

you referring to?” Joyce

“Shane…” Natalie choked.

a while. She stared at her in disbelief. “No way Nat, you and

her. “Joyce, am I a bad person

and said, “No, you’re not bad. Mr. Shane is a stellar person and it’s normal

I quit my job.” Natalie opened a new bottle of beer and

stop her but after seeing how

wondering in the first place, why did Nat invite her

job and would never be

first crush. It really is

threw up the

her nose. “Alright, alright. Stop drinking already. Something bad might happen if you continue

she took away the beer bottle that was in Natalie’s hand, carried her, and tried hailing a car outside after she had done settling the

there were only private cars around. It wasn’t easy to hail

carry Natalie as they walked further to

moment, a car honked

and she exclaimed angrily, “Who’s