Yuan Yung was instantly unable to move, terrified to the point where her soul almost left her body. At this mont, the person behind her ca closer, and whether it was intentional or accidental, her back was pressed against his chest with no gap between them at all. "I’m hot, can adjust—"
"You’re crazy! Let go of !" Yuan Yung was fuming; she couldn’t believe given they were going to the civil affairs bureau for a divorce tomorrow, they couldn’t settle down today?
"Don’t think just because you’re drunk you can act reckless, let tell you, it won’t work with . Hugging and kissing, you really have a knack for it, usually you seem so proper, almost like a monk in a temple, but once you’re drunk, you turn into this ss! Damn it, I’m absolutely furious!"
"..."
"It’s not good for young girls to curse casually, who taught you these dirty words?"
"..."
Yuan Yung suddenly snapped back to reality, eyes wide open, her body turned incredibly stiff, hands and feet lost strength; even though the man wasn’t exerting any force to hold her, she still couldn’t break free—
Wasn’t he drunk? How could he say such coherent words? Could it be he’s not drunk, is he pretending?
Just as she thought of this, she felt herself being spun around forcefully, the man’s bloodshot eyes were fixed firmly on her, his warm breath sprayed onto her face like an invisible hand pressing her tightly, holding her in place.
"Huo Junting, you, you..." Yuan Yung stamred, unable to straighten her tongue.
The man looked at her surprised little face, "What do you an, you think I’m dead? Being moved around like this and still sober? Besides... I didn’t drink that much."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly muttered softly, the appearance lost its usual intimidating and oppressive feeling, revealing a bit of childlike innocence, seemingly still slightly tipsy.
This made Yuan Yung feel much more at ease, "You said you were hot just now?"
"Yeah!" The man raised his eyes and then lowered his head again, "But not hot anymore, you’re cold, hugging you works."
Yuan Yung: "..."
Is this man openly taking advantage of her under the guise of drunkenness?
"What’s the matter? You don’t want to hug you?" His tone was low, mouth pouting, looking particularly aggrieved.
A thirty-sothing man doing such an action didn’t feel out of place at all, causing Yuan Yung’s maternal instincts to overwhelm her instantly. Without thinking, she said, "No, it’s not."
After speaking, she regretted it, because the man hugged her tighter.
"Hehe, I knew the little chubby is the nicest, Mo Mo will definitely protect little chubby well in the future, be good!"
Mo Mo—
That was his nickna from the orphanage.
She thought he had long forgotten this na, unexpectedly...
"Little chubby, do you not like anymore?"
"...No, it’s not."
"Then why don’t you want ?"
"...I, I didn’t not want you."
"Liar, you did, you brought ho a boyfriend, that guy looks nothing good, like a sissy."
"..."
Lin Zheng is indeed feminine! Of course, he is!
"Alright alright! You should rest up now! Stop talking, what does a drunken man ramble on so much for, anyway, you’ll forget it all upon waking up, might as well save the effort—"
Saying this, Yuan Yung supported him back to bed, treating him not as an adult anymore, rather like a child, "Good, go to sleep!"
"Shoes are still on, can’t get on the bed." The man stared blankly at his pair of shoes shiny enough to be used as mirrors.
Yuan Yung awkwardly scratched her forehead, "We agreed, once the shoes co off, you have to sleep."
"Hmm—"
Obedient like a preschool kid.
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