IQ officially dropping to zero

Upstairs, Xia Yuqing and Yan Rouxi were blissfully unaware of the two cold storms heading their way. They were completely drunk. Yan Rouxi was sprawled across the left couch, surrounded by empty alcohol bottles like a fallen warrior on a battlefield of booze.

She grabbed another drink and gulped it down hatefully. "Asshole!!! Bastard!!! Ugly handsome punk!!!" she cursed, each insult more passionate than the last. "I hate him so much!!! I hate him to the ends of the earth. Yuqing, do you know why I hate him? Because he is so hateful... cold, arrogant robot!!! Emotionless block of wood!!!" she raged, shaking her fist at the ceiling.