Nie Yunjun couldn't quite describe how she felt as she "carried" Chu Jinzhao into the house.
In front of the sofa, she slowly bent down and gradually placed the tall man on the couch. Just as she let go and stood up, a force abruptly gripped her waist, pulling her back forcefully, and she found herself sitting down again.
Turning around, she was met with shock by the man's dark pupils.
Nie Yunjun was at a loss for words, "You... you're awake?"
That's not right!
Looking into Chu Jinzhao's eyes at this moment, there was not the slightest trace of post-drunkenness; instead, a clear lucidity. Could it be...
"You were pretending to be drunk?" Nie Yunjun furrowed her brows, and as she said these three words, her face was full of disdain.
Chu Jinzhao: "..."
Nie Yunjun tried to get up, but his large hand was gripping her waist tightly, making it impossible for her to move. She was sitting blatantly on top of him.
