Chapter 792 Can You Take Me Home?

• Yi Yan was sprawled on the sofa, seemingly fast asleep, but still clutching a bottle of alcohol. Despite being asleep, his brows were furrowed, his handsome face twisted in pain.
• She had no idea why he was drinking like this.
• Gu Yan seemed to be in a better state, at least he was able to sit on the sofa, laughing and flirting with some pretty girls, occasionally eating something or taking a few sips of his drink.