Xia Fanxing felt incredibly uneasy under the man's gaze and pushed hard against the man who was almost crushing her. "So you weren't really drunk, were you?"
Otherwise, how could he know everything that had just happened.
Mu Hanchen's handsome brows rose slightly as he gave a light chuckle, "Drunk? You really underestimate me."
His tone was rising, exuding a sense of pride as if this was a remarkable feat.
Xia Fanxing didn't want to argue with him over whether he was drunk or not and tried to pry open the man's grip, continuously twisting her body.
But Mu Hanchen's eyes suddenly darkened, and the hand gripping her wrist tightened, "Stop moving."
Xia Fanxing wouldn't listen to Mu Hanchen; she was told not to move, but she refused.
She was determined to move!
"Let me go and let me get up," she demanded.
"I told you, don't move, or you'll be responsible for the consequences!"
