Chapter 162

Jasmine stayed silent. Clara grinned. "Just kidding. But seriously, is he good-looking? Got a picture?" Just then, the tightly shut door suddenly creaked and slammed open. Yvette had returned. The moment she stepped inside, the heavy stench of alcohol spread through the room. She didn't seem the least bit bothered by the smell clinging to her. Stumbling toward her bed, she dropped down without even bothering to change, collapsing straight onto the mattress. Clara pinched her nose and made an exaggerated face. But she quickly lost interest in Yvette and turned back to Jasmine with eager curiosity. "So? Jas? Come on, just tell me already. Is he handsome or not?" Before Jasmine could reply, Yvette groaned from the bed. She had wanted nothing more than to get some rest, but Clara's voice had woken her up. Irritated and still drunk, she snapped, "Do you people ever shut up? It's the middle of the night. Can't you be quiet for once? You think it's fun pushing people to the edge eve