Almost as soon as Ye Wan stopped, Lu Changchuan realized what the problem was.
He was a man.
A young, normal, man.
With a stunning beauty like Ye Wan throwing herself at him in a drunken haze, especially after she had just rejected his confession.
It was already good of him to be able to control himself from turning into an evil black wolf king and devouring her.
To let her wake up naturally after sobering up?
He made a mistake!
"Wanwan..."
Lu Changchuan's expression remained unchanged, "I didn't mind at all. Didn't I say that? I understood that you were just being wild because you were drunk, so I didn't take it to heart."
Those were his exact words.
He didn't say anything wrong.
But his expression just now clearly didn't match his words.
That feigned calmness, the pretense of generosity—it was as if green tea aroma was hitting her in the face.
