"Ah?"
Liu Xianglan's eyes widened, her face instantly turning awkward: "Isn't this bad? What am I supposed to do if Mengyue finds out? I'm her mother, after all!"
"Hmph!" Wu Xia, now with a bit of a devilish air, said, "If you don't have the guts, why did you even start flirting? Get lost!"
Under the influence of alcohol, his emotions were amplified, completely disregarding Liu Xianglan's dignity, and he pushed her away.
Clenching her teeth, Liu Xianglan eventually gave up, after all, she couldn't get over this hurdle.
But just as they were stepping out, Li Mengyue and Zhang Lin came back together.
It appeared that thanks to Li Mengyue's intervention, Zhang Lin had come around.
"Wu Xia, you have no idea how much effort I put into persuading my cousin," Li Mengyue said loudly as she entered: "Tell me, how are you going to thank me?"
Wu Xia, drunk and bleary-eyed, looked at Li Mengyue and simply undid his pants, exposing his rigid member, and then slumped onto the sofa.
