As soon as she stepped into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed some cold water on her face, a body reeking of alcohol pressed against her back.
Immediately, a pair of lewd arms wrapped around her waist.
"Hey beautiful, we meet again. You look so heartbroken, drinking so much. Let me hold you, comfort you a bit."
Normally, Skye Lawrence would have noticed him before he got close. But this time, she was actually caught by surprise.
Skye felt anger building in her chest and shouted fiercely, "Get lost!"
"Oh, beautiful woman, don't be so unfriendly. It's good to have a personality, but too much of it can make someone dislike you. Right, Second Brother?"
"Yeah, yeah. You're so pretty, no need to be so fierce."
"However, a fierce beautiful woman has more flavor... ah..." Before he could finish, his finger was twisted back by her, causing him to release and howl in pain.
