The crowd was like a woven tapestry.
The lights were dazzling.
Through the layers of people, Huo Xingzhou exuded a biting chill. Old Chen, the driver, parted the crowd, and the man approached Qiao Xi expressionlessly, wrapping his arm around her waist.
His icy eyes fixed on the band's lead singer, his thin lips parted slightly, "I am her husband, any problem?"
"No..."
The young man lacked confidence, thoroughly overwhelmed.
Qiao Xi leaned into his embrace, her body reeking of alcohol, "Husband... I'm married." Her hands roamed Huo Xingzhou's body without any rhyme or reason.
"Qiao Xi, don't mess around," Huo Xingzhou warned, shedding his coat into Old Chen's hands, slowly unbuttoning his white shirt and rolling up his sleeves to reveal his muscular arms.
A wave of sexual tension rolled in.
He hoisted Qiao Xi up, and she protested, shouting, "Drink! Shu Xue drinks!"
