Ren Chuqing dazedly lifted her head and stared blankly at Wen Muqing standing in front of her. Suddenly, she saw him as if he was her savior, "You... you're here. Drink with Mianmian, I'm a bit drunk."
The look in Wen Muqing's eyes darkened slightly. Her current state was far more than just "a bit" drunk!
Lu Mianmian, who was in Ren Chuqing's arms, heard this and shook her head, her gaze drifting toward Wen Muqing. Then she staggered out of Ren Chuqing's embrace, "I... I don't want Wen Muqing... to drink with me. This man... is too scary, only you, Chuqing... treasure him like a gem. To fall in love... love him, if it were me, I'd rather die than dare to love this kind of man..."
"How can you... exaggerate so much," countered Ren Chuqing. "Ah Qing is really nice... very gentle... and also, he... is very good-looking. Haven't you always said you're all about looks? Ah Qing's face... is... very easy to fall in love with."
