Jin Mo pulled Tang Yan's collar closer, sniffing his clothes like a little dog. Tang Yan was instantly speechless, wishing he'd never let her touch a drop of alcohol.
As Tang Yan dragged her forward, Jin Mo resisted and tried to run in the opposite direction, drawing everyone's gazes.
This woman was truly enchanting, having the powerful Tang Yan from Ningjiang so obediently tamed—she really had a way with things.
Helpless, Tang Yan stood still for just a second before grabbing Jin Mo's arm, bending down, and hoisting her onto his shoulder.
"Holy crap! Is it this thrilling?" Song Qi's eyes widened in shock as the men around grew excited, already imagining Tang Yan's plans for the evening.
Jin Mo, with the world spinning and her stomach churning, could only pat Tang Yan's back.
"Put me down! What are you going to do to me?" she demanded.
