Compared to the reward for winning over the gorgeous Miss Zhuang, it was nothing.
"Honey, Mengmeng's had too much to drink. You should help her."
Lai Manling could tell Zhuang Xiaomeng was pretending to be drunk, so she winked at Qi Sheng.
The two of them would occasionally drink together.
Zhuang Xiaomeng could handle half a liter of hard liquor without breaking a sweat.
There was no way she'd get this drunk after just a few glasses of red wine today.
But if a woman doesn't get drunk, how is a man supposed to get his chance?
Qi Sheng smiled, swept Zhuang Xiaomeng up in a princess carry, and walked toward the Cullinan parked by the road.
"Hehe, Mengmeng is completely wasted. Honey, you can have your way with her. She won't remember a thing anyway."
Lai Manling got into the car and gave Qi Sheng the wicked suggestion.
'That damn Manling!'
Zhuang Xiaomeng struggled to suppress her nervousness, her eyelids beginning to flutter uncontrollably.
"Makes sense!"
