On the way back, Jiang Moxi clung to Fu Youhan like an octopus.
Fu Youhan was so pestered by her that he reacted and tried to pull her off.
But as soon as he got one of her hands off, Jiang Moxi looked at him, her voice husky as she whispered, "I'm feeling awful, let me hug you!"
Her eyes always shone with glimmering pool-like waves, bright and shiny.
Now, with such a pitiful Xixi expression, she was like a natural-born charmer, irresistibly alluring.
Fu Youhan felt his blood ignited by her, yet he still tried to restrain himself, "You deserve it, who told you to drink when you know you shouldn't within a year."
Though he was merciless with his words, he didn't pull her hand away again.
But Jiang Moxi was not satisfied, and started to tug on his shirt.
Fu Youhan had no choice but to hold down her hand, "Stop it, we'll talk about it when we get home."
The driver, Chi Jing, listened to this dialogue and silently raised the partition in the middle.
