Xiaobei watched her argue defiantly and rubbed his nose with a bitter smile...
At this moment, Feng Xueyan, with a stubborn look, was not walking a straight catwalk but rather stumbling as if drawing ghostly symbols.
"Probably drunk enough!"
Murmuring to himself, Xiaobei quickly stepped forward and steadied the swaying Feng Xueyan.
This was the balcony. Although spacious, her wandering around was still quite frightening.
Being held by Xiaobei, Feng Xueyan glanced at him and exhaled fragrantly, "Little bastard, what's this supposed to mean? Taking advantage of me deliberately?"
Feeling a bit frustrated, Xiaobei sighed helplessly and said, "Sure, just assume I'm taking advantage of you on purpose!"
Saying this, Xiaobei slightly exerted force and easily picked up Feng Xueyan, who was pouting.
...
"Smells nice!"
As he picked her up, Xiaobei inhaled the fragrance emanating from her.
This fragrance was mixed with a faint scent of alcohol, making it refreshing for Xiaobei.
