Empty whiskey bottles surrounded his feet, not beer, but... high-proof Whisky.
At this rate... it would be lethal.
Thinking this, Tang Sitian hurriedly approached him, bent down to help him up, "Young Master Mu, you can't be so... ah."
Her slender arm was pulled, and she stumbled into the man's embrace.
Mu Yunshen wrapped his arms around her slim waist, lowered his head and brought his handsome face close to hers; his phoenix eyes lightly narrowed, clearly drunk, "Didn't you say you were very afraid of me? Why are you daring to approach me now, playing... hard to get?"
He paused when he said the last four words, as if he was struggling to remember the idiom, his face handsome yet intoxicated...
Tang Sitian couldn't help but laugh, and Mu Yunshen's face darkened suddenly, "Don't laugh! Be serious!"
Tang Sitian tried hard not to laugh, "...Young Master Mu, you're drunk. Let me help you back to the tent, okay?"
