The lights were dim.
Leng Sichen's face had an extra touch of wicked charm and allure compared to usual, making him look even more dangerous.
Xia Yuxun stopped ten steps away, somewhat hesitant to approach.
"Come here."
She didn't hear his voice clearly, but she understood his lip movements.
She took a deep breath and clacked over in her high heels.
Just as she was about to sit down opposite him, her arm was suddenly yanked with great force, and the next second, she found herself crashing onto the man's warm lap...
"You..."
"Xiaoxun, I've missed you so much..." Leng Sichen whispered as he gently wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his head in the crook of her neck, his body reeking of rich alcohol.
The tone was as if he had not seen her for several lifetimes.
Xia Yuxun was almost bewildered. Was this guy really drunk?
He had enough leisure to sit here drinking alone. Just now, she had noticed that the wine bottle next to him was already more than half empty.
