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Mo Chen pulled her soft body into his embrace, his voice lazy and sexy, "Little Ghost, hmm?"
She felt somewhat helpless yet found it amusing.
She had no choice but to sit sideways on the man's lap and then pressed her fingers against his temples, gently and patiently massaging them.
The man's brows, which had been slightly furrowed, gradually relaxed, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile.
"Feeling better? Happy now? Not throwing a temper tantrum anymore?"
"Hmm..."
Qiao Ruoxin couldn't help but chuckle, "Why do you act like a child when you're drunk?"
Mo Chen slowly opened his eyes and stared at her earnest gaze, his arms tightening around her slender waist.
He just stared at her unblinkingly, his eyes deep and thoughtful.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
The man let out a scoff, "Can't I look at my own woman?"
"Does your head still hurt? My hand is getting tired."
Mo Chen took her hand and looked at it, "That delicate?"
"Yes! Just that delicate!"
