However, when a person was drunk, the more he was unconscious, the more he would feel sober.
Xiao Hui held her wine cup and stood in front of Lu Chen. Her slim and elegant figure gave Lu Chen a feeling of waking up. It was like a seductive rose in the spring, blooming in front of him. She held her glass, light and graceful, with a faint smile on her face.
Perhaps, all of this was just an illusion.
Of course, Fu Jie could feel that Lu Chen was not as good as the others, so he tried to intercept him and said to Xiao Hui, "Xiao Hui, don't let him go, he's already drunk."
Xiao Hui retorted, What's wrong with me having a drink with my new brother-in-law when we meet for the first time? He's yours, I'll have a drink with him, and he can't be with me. What are you nervous about?