Mo Shichen circled his arms around her waist, bringing her back to the bed.
Wen Yi's head just touched the man's shoulder, her body pressing against his side, his arm wrapping around her waist to hold her close, "Sleep here tonight."
"Weren't you going to have the driver take me back?"
"Did I say that?"
"You did."
"I forgot."
"I'm reminding you now."
"Then I've changed my mind."
"..."
A rogue when drunk is still a rogue.
Wen Yi, at a loss for words, said, "Let me go, I want to get up."
"No."
"..."
"Mo Shichen, if you keep this up, I'll get angry."
The man lowered his head, his chin resting on the top of her head, coaxing in a raspy voice, "Don't be mad."
"..."
Wen Yi turned over in his arms, lifted her head, and sniffed his collar, "You stink, drenched in the smell of alcohol."
Mo Shichen mimicked her, smelling her body, his tone flirtatious, "You still smell good."
"Go take a shower."
"Not going, it's you who stinks, I only smell the fragrance."
"..."
