Huo Zhenyang gently rubbed the small bump on her forehead, looking at her completely drunken mess, his annoyance turned to bitter laughter, "Being this drunk, you're lucky you didn't die from a fall."
"It's all your fault! If you hadn't plied Jingchuan with alcohol, would I have ended up like this... Reaping the benefits and still playing innocent... You're not a good person..." She pounded forcefully on his chest as if venting her frustrations.
But under the influence of alcohol, even using all her strength was akin to giving him a tickle.
It was less of a beating and more like she was acting coquettishly.
He hadn't given it much thought, but upon her bringing it up, his expression suddenly darkened, turning cold. He caught her wrist and pressed his razor-sharp jawline against her delicate cheek, spewing his intense displeasure, "Jingchuan? You say his name quite affectionately, huh? Who gave you the courage to attend a dinner with another man?"
