Her lips carried the fragrance of alcohol, soft and yielding.
Mu Yunlie felt as though someone had stuffed his mouth with sweet, fragrant rice dumplings — a sensation too delightful to refuse.
Yan Qianyi hooked her arms around his neck, and the two of them tumbled onto the bed.
He had to muster all his willpower to peel Yan Qianyi, who was clinging to him, off.
Yan Qianyi, her eyes closed, was still flailing her arms in the air, trying to grab him.
Gasping for breath, he stood at the side of the bed, "Ah Chang, check how to calm a drunken woman."
In this respect, Mu Yunlie was truly inexperienced.
He had almost lost his self-control just moments ago.
How he wished to crush her into his being.
But reason told him he couldn't do that now.
Ah Chang said, "Master, when your poison acts up, you cling to Madam even more exaggeratedly than she is now."
Mu Yunlie paused, his brow furrowed, "Nonsense!"
How could he possibly behave so shamelessly!
