Huo qingge looked at li beixiao. His words reeked of alcohol, and he sounded like a hooligan.
This was the first time that Huo qingge had seen li beixiao drunk. The time when he had conspired with flame and pretended to be drunk was not counted.
Li beixiao's eyes were deep with a hint of playfulness. Perhaps he had let go and did not care whether her brother was there or whether his other brothers were watching.
Huo qingge was wondering if he was drunk. If not, why would he not care about her brother's presence ...
"Look at me and focus. What are you thinking about?"
Li beixiao was not satisfied with the way Huo qingge was looking at him. Shouldn't she only be looking at him now?
There was no one else in his eyes, only her, only this woman ...
The woman who had come to his side by accident, but was already destined to be with him ...
She was always such a sensible, tolerant, and generous woman ...
