Mu Jin Huan chuckled softly, his arms tightening as he pulled her completely into his embrace, inhaling the woman's fragrance.
He mumbled indistinctly, "You can't leave... I'm drunk... You have to take care of me..."
A man in his thirties playing the rogue.
Nan Wan thought for a moment, then stopped struggling and lowered her voice, "Then let go, I'll get a towel to wipe your face."
Mu Jin Huan, thoroughly drunk, actually loosened his grip upon hearing her words, and in less than a minute, he seemed to have fallen asleep.
His breathing was heavy but steady.
Nan Wan gazed at the man's chiseled features, quietly lying next to him, waiting for him to sleep more soundly before gently removing his arm from her waist.
After covering him with a blanket, she left the bedroom,
and in the next room, changed her clothes, dialed Liu An's number while sitting on the sofa.
