But that door, it really did open.
His look, it really was... so fucking manly!
Swallowing her saliva, Ai Lun stared at his dusky and handsome face, giggling slyly with squinted eyes.
"Brother, have you come for a 'walking marriage' at my house?"
Iron Hand propped against the door and stared at the drunken woman in front of him, furrowing his brows deeply.
He scrutinized her without moving and said indifferently, "You've got the wrong place."
Dammit!
Cocking her head, she looked at the furnishings identical to her own room and was very certain it was her room.
Lifting her chin, she met the man's piercing gaze.
So handsome!
"You—?"
Iron Hand, shocked beyond measure, scowled deeply and reached out to grab her.
"Let go!"
Who would have expected that Ai Lun, having drunk too much, was not just emboldened but had reached a state of nerve center failure—also known as 'brain-dead status.' In such a state, she grabbed onto him and wouldn't let go, would she?
