Ji Nuan stretched her hand behind as she muttered, "I can't stand firmly right now. Feng Ling, quickly come and support me, ah. It's not good to lean on someone else…"
Ji Nuan was truly drunk beyond measure.
What did she mean by 'someone else'?
The person she was leaning on right now was her husband, Mo Jingshen…
She was really wholly inebriated. Her alcohol tolerance was poor, yet she drank so much tonight. In her lifetime, this had to be the first time she drank so much.
"Feng Ling?" Ji Nuan did not hear any reply from Feng Ling and could only force herself to stand firm, turning around to tug on her.
However, the moment she turned, her legs weakened like jelly, and she tilted toward the side, knocking into the man next to her. Almost instantly, her waist was held by him.
In that instant, a clean and clear scent she was familiar with entered Ji Nuan's nose.
