Yan Luoxi fumed as she charged over and kicked him hard in the shin with her pointed high heels, which packed a formidable force.
Li Yeqi winced in pain, drawing a sharp breath, and as the woman tried to kick him again, he reached out, grabbed her ankle, and chuckled mockingly, "Vicious wife, are you trying to murder your loving husband?"
They were close to each other, and Yan Luoxi could smell the faint scent of alcohol on him.
She forcefully retracted her foot and took two steps back, glaring at his face that was tinged with a light flush, and angrily accused, "Have you been drinking?"
Li Yeqi leaned against the car door with an elegant posture. Amid the pale smoke, his eyes were deep, twinkling with a drunkenly charming smile, to which he replied with a rhetorical question, "Can you smell it?"
Yan Luoxi pursed her lips, "If you're drunk, why don't you just go home and sleep? What are you doing here making a drunken scene?"
"Can't sleep without a wife to hold."
