Yang Yuan's tolerance for liquor really opened Yang Fan's eyes.
It was terrifying.
If Little Mother and the others weren't here, Yang Fan would have been very eager to see her like this.
But since Little Mother and the others were around, he felt somewhat overwhelmed.
"Little Mother, if you just went along with her, wouldn't that do the trick? How am I supposed to calm her down?" Yang Fan said.
After all, he knew very well that Little Mother liked women.
Yang Yuan in this state was like throwing herself into Little Mother's arms. What was there for her to refuse?
"How do I go along with her? I'm not you, nor do I have that thing. How am I supposed to appease her?" Zhou Wenhui rolled her eyes and said, "I heard her clearly just now. She was calling for you to do it to her. Even though she's deeply drunk, since she can shout that out, it means she's thinking it in her heart too. Just do it, it's fine."
