The crowd filled with alcohol, drunk from the first glass since the feast began, followed by knives from around the world.
Suddenly, Cao Siyu's body started to tremble as she felt a hand gently stroking her long qipao.
She naturally knew who it was. She was very nervous; Yu Guang glanced at Xu Yan. But Xu Yan remained nonchalant, chatting with others while secretly being under threat beneath the table.
Cao Siyu was both shy and angry, but clearly, no one would come down quickly.
She could only hold Xu Yan's hand under the table to stop him from moving.
However, right at the place where Xu Yan had his way, she grabbed her own soft felt and gently stroked her "touch," then slipped inside through the slit of the qipao.
"Hahaha, come on, let's toast Mr. Zhou."
"Alright, cheers!"
"You, don't do that..."
Cao Siyu's face turned red with shame, everyone raised their glasses, and she whispered into Xu Yan's ear.
