An hour later, Liu Mang was riding his bike with Lu Mengyao on the way to the Lu Family's home, constantly grumbling about the great beauty.
"I told you not to drink if you can't handle it, why pretend to be the Wine Immortal? Insisting on drinking with me, and now look at you, a complete drunken mess."
Lu Mengyao was incredibly drunk but could still make out Liu Mang's words. Annoyed by his scolding, she muttered:
"It's just that I haven't drunk in a while and my tolerance has slipped. If it were the old days, I would have definitely drunk you under the table. It wouldn't be your turn to be so arrogant. And don't you even think about chasing after me, do you deserve it?"
"I'm not worthy, then who is?"
"Isn't it obvious? It's going to be my future husband. Whoever becomes my husband, I belong to him, to do with as he pleases. As for you, just keep drooling and looking on with envy."
Liu Mang said, "Look at me, I'm not bad at all. Why don't you consider it?"
