Xue Yang took several deep breaths, barely suppressing the turmoil in his heart.
He had just turned his head when a strong, milky scent hit his nose, followed immediately by a peculiar, jelly-like sensation on his lips.
Xue Yang froze.
This Xiao Naimao… she's far too bold when she's drunk.
Just as Xue Yang's hand was about to rest on her slender waist, the sensation suddenly withdrew.
The person before him gave him a silly grin. "This tastes even better."
"Xiao Naimao, have you considered the consequences of doing this?"
Lin Xi pressed a finger to Xue Yang's lips and mumbled, "What consequences? Are they delicious? Is this more delicious, or are the consequences?"
At a time like this, if I could still hold back, I would really have to question if there was something wrong with me.
The next second, he wrapped his arms around her. But just as he drew her close, he heard the faint sound of even breathing.
