Mo Yancheng was thrown to the ground by her. He leaned against the wall and looked up at Shen chengjing with his deep, dark eyes.
"Bang!" She took the wine glass and smashed it on the ground, falling beside his feet.
She walked towards him with her cat-like steps, her body swaying.
"Cheng, why did you drink so much? We'll stop tonight. It's late, it's time to rest. " As the man spoke, he reached out to turn off the light, but her small hand pulled his arm.
She pulled his hand up and lowered her head to kiss it gently.
"Who said I was drunk? Are you kidding me? I only drank a few cups. " Shen chengjing narrowed her eyes and slowly approached him. She reached out and pinched his chin.
She approached him and sniffed him like a little puppy.
