Li Qiyu's lips curled into a bitter sneer as Bo Yeyuan stared at her with a gaze so dark it felt like a knife stabbing down.
Sobered up so quickly? Yet she had to wake him up by showing up—
She felt as though she could predict his next second of mocking derision!
Her hand holding the gun was sweating; she should leave immediately, why care if some woman took advantage of him while he was drunk? It had nothing to do with her, right?
But her feet were nailed to the ground as she returned his icy stare!
Bo Yeyuan stared at her for another few dozen seconds, appearing to be in a disconnected stupor, then suddenly lowered his head to look at the unfamiliar face in his arms.
"Emperor Bo..." The little woman's face was flushed with color, cheeks blushing at the thought of what was about to happen.
The next second, she was thrown out, staggering and hitting the wall...
