"Uncle..."
Shen Wanxing called out in confusion.
Her body was supple, saturated with alcohol, and she was lethargic, reacting very slowly.
Even in such a state, her head was dull, unaware of what He Xizhou intended to do.
"Uncle, what's wrong?"
He Xizhou's grip on her wrist grew stronger, imprisoning Shen Wanxing's wrists, and she began to feel a hint of pain.
Such pain gradually woke her consciousness, allowing her to see the person before her eyes.
"Did you go to Wen Ran's place?"
He Xizhou's voice was low and husky, the ends of his words carrying sensuality, but Shen Wanxing detected an unusual undertone.
"He tattooed you, and you took off your clothes?"
His tone sounded indifferent, but there was a sense of an impending storm.
Shen Wanxing nodded blankly.
"Speak."
"I only took off my sleeve."
Wearing a long red dress was inconvenient for tattooing her arm, so she thought it wouldn't matter to just reveal one arm.
"You're drunk."
