Just as the crowd distanced themselves to reveal the source of the loud curse just now. His eyes settled on two distinct figures, causing Max to raise his brows.
One was a particularly short boy of around 17, from the look of it he had been trying to grab the taller breathtaking girl's ass but got rebuked.
With a scrutinizing look at the taller girl who looked like she could barely catch her breath or properly stand on her feet due to being drunk, he realized she was his cousin, Ivy.
The eldest among who had been all active earlier was surprisingly alone, dancing by herself before swatting off the short boy's hand away from her rear.
The short boy's face turned to a shade of green under the disco lights. Burning with embarrassed regret for trying to chew more than he could, he squeezed his hand and quickly ran off.
Suddenly realizing not everyone was as good as Blake in maintaining composure in embarrassing situations, his eyes turned to Ivy.
