From Zhou Yuwen's perspective, all he needed to do was lower his head slightly to see through Tao Tian's strappy top very clearly, especially now that Tao Tian was pressing herself directly into Zhou Yuwen's arms.
And Tao Tian was fully aware of it too; she was doing it on purpose. At this moment, Zhou Yuwen wasn't drunk at all, but since Tao Tian was actively leaning into him, Zhou Yuwen felt no need to reject her—after all, having her press against his chest was quite comfortable.
Therefore, Zhou Yuwen still pretended to be drunk, leaning on the back seat and pretending to doze off, while Tao Tian persistently burrowed into his embrace. Initially, Zhou Yuwen's hand was a bit cautious, not wrapping around Tao Tian's waist, but as the suspended discomfort lingered, his arm grew tired and eventually landed around her waist.
Far from rejecting him, Tao Tian even made a face like a little girl at Zhou Yuwen and hummed, moving his hand around on her waist.
