Li Yan gently rubbed her lips with his fingers, and he said playfully, "Didn't you say that you want to get some life experiences? How was it? Did you manage to gain something?"
Qiao Mu was rendered speechless. 'Of course not! I've suffered huge losses instead, okay?'
Qiao Mu did not know whether it was because she was angry or because of the alcohol, but her body was heating up uncontrollably from the inside, and she felt tremendously bad.
She kicked him forcefully and ran away. But she had only managed to take a few steps when her legs went limp, and she plopped down to the floor.
Li Yan crossed his arms before his chest and lowered his head to look at her. "Why? Have you forgotten how to walk?"
Qiao Mu felt that something was not quite right, and it was as if there was a fire burning in her body. She cut a pitiable figure as she raised her head to look at Li Yan. "Is there poison inside that bottle of whisky? Why are my legs going limp?"
