Suddenly, a hand was placed on her wrist, stopping her. She turned to look at Cheng Qian, who was drunk and leaning over. His head was on her shoulder, and he reeked of alcohol. She couldn't help but frown, even though she smelled the same as him.
"Xue 'er, can you consider me?" Cheng Qian's eyes were half-open as he stared at her face and said,"I, I've waited for you for so long. Why can't you turn around and look at me?"
One sentence attracted everyone's attention. Their triangular faces had been maintained for a long time. Although everyone knew what was going on, there was still a layer of paper between them, and no one had not broken it.
Mi Bing 'er, who was cowering in the corner, watched the commotion over here. Her eyes instantly dimmed, and she clenched the cup in her hand tightly. She pursed her lips and couldn't say a word.
