Seeing his muddled gaze, she sneered. "We don't know who's going to lose who. Mu Zichen, don't go into a drunken rampage here. I don't want to argue with you today. Get out. The alcohol smell is so strong, aren't you afraid that it will affect the baby?"
Mu Zichen glared at Wen Yue, his eyes seeming to spit fire.
Wen Yue's heart was shaking at the sight. She protected her stomach subconsciously. But the next moment, he closed his eyes suddenly and even breathing could be heard. He was asleep.
Wen Yue was speechless. He was indeed drunk. Coming back in a drunken stupor and falling asleep after that. How laid-back he is.
What should she do next? She could not just let him lie on the bed and not care about anything.
Therefore, she had to clean up the mess when he was drunk.
