Zhuo Xiangnan looked at the person in front of him, the familiar face appearing before him once again. His will had been completely consumed by alcohol, and all he could think about was keeping this person with him by any means necessary, tying them to his side. Even though his consciousness was thoroughly corroded by alcohol, a thought still lingered in his subconscious—he must keep this person, or he would definitely regret it.
He held the person tightly in his arms, threading his fingers through hers, fearful that if his grip relaxed even slightly, she would disappear from his sight.
Lin Yao gasped in pain, Zhuo Xiangnan's movements had been too rough, causing her some pain.
She looked at Zhuo Xiangnan, noticing that he seemed very different from usual today, as he had never been so rough with her before.
"Xiangnan?" Lin Yao frowned as she spoke to Zhuo Xiangnan.
