During the meal, she got up and went to the bathroom.
In the corridor, the marble floor was smooth like a mirror, and the sconces on both sides were dazzling.
Xia Yingluo walked with a gait and swayed a little. Somehow, she bumped into a person. Before she could react, she was directly pulled into a corner by that person. Her fighting instincts were instantly ignited, and she moved to buckle the man's hand. But she was drunk and had no control. She would directly disable the person if she buckled his hand.
But the person behind her avoided her attack fluidly and instead forced her into a small space in the corner. His movements were skillful as if he had practiced thousands of times.
Xia Yingluo was sober now. She looked up and saw a familiar and beautiful face, with a little coldness and indifference. It turned out to be Wei Lingnan.
