This remark made Xiao Yu's dark eyes tease with amusement, "Where haven't I touched you that you found dirty?"
Sheng Shushu chuckled, squinting with a tipsy air, she casually retorted, "Touched where?"
Unbidden, certain inappropriate images flooded her mind.
She felt her words were not careful enough, so she changed them, "Where am I not clean?"
Xiao Yu looked at her with a half-smile, his features were already drawing closer to her.
Sheng Shushu could only feel the alcohol on her body being overwhelmed by Xiao Yu's breath; she truly had no immunity to him.
She had no choice but to turn her head, asking him to keep his distance.
Xiao Yu did not comply.
On the contrary, he pulled her up from the sofa, placed her directly on his lap, and leaned back into the sofa himself.
The weight of another person made the sofa sink instantly.
"Xiao Yu..." Sheng Shushu's voice was a little unclear.
