At this moment, the drunk Lin Yin did not sense everyone's thoughts at all. She was immersed in the soft touch in her hand and thought of the obedient golden retriever. She stroked it happily.
After Lin Yin was satisfied, Lu Ming helplessly grabbed Lin Yin's hand and said softly, "Be good. Let's touch it when we get back, ok?"
The nightclub, which should have been filled with music, was actually quiet at this moment. Everyone sighed and pricked up their ears to listen to Lu Ming's gentle and doting voice. They were shocked and their gazes landed on Lin Yin, waiting for her reaction.
After all, Lu Ming had already compromised so much. Lin Yin would probably stop while she was ahead.
Unexpectedly, Lin Yin still looked at Lu Ming unhappily with an accusing expression. She pouted and said unhappily, "Return my dog to me!"
