Everyone was looking for people to talk to, eating and drinking, and did not pay much attention to these two people.
Xing Jiu 'an brought Lu zhichen to sit in a small corner. He felt that the drunk Lu zhichen was very cute.
When she poked his face, she wanted to rub against him. When she pinched her fingers, she wanted to kiss him. When she poked his waist, she wanted to hug him. It was as if a switch had been turned on.
Xing Jiu 'an was having a lot of fun.
It wasn't too late. Xing Jiu 'an was obediently brought home by his master and the others.
Lu zhichen was a little tipsy, but he still looked sober in front of others.
However, Xing Jiu 'an could clearly see the grievance in Lu zhichen's eyes when the two of them separated.
Like a child whose favorite toy had been snatched away, he reached out his hand, as if he wanted to pull Xing Jiu 'an over, but his hand was directly slapped away by old master Lu.
