Jiayi bent down and got into the car.
Once inside, she smelled a strong odor of alcohol.
Huo Zhenyang leaned against the back of the sofa chair, his eyes half-closed, his handsome brows slightly knit together, his beautiful cheeks flushed red from the burn of alcohol.
She guessed he had just come from dinner with clients, and in a very professional tone, calmly asked, "Mr. Huo, why have you called me out in the middle of the night?"
He lazily squinted his eyes, stretched out an arm, and abruptly pulled her waist toward him, rolling her over, his voice hoarse and groggy by her ear, "Water, I want to drink water."
The man's tone was half command, half akin to a child's whining.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the smell of alcohol grew stronger, mixed with his unique musk and masculine scent, filling the car like intoxicating poppy fragrance, rapidly spreading.
