Petty

"I'll get you something to sober up," Lu Zhen explained helplessly.

Song Jia was stunned for a moment before saying stiffly, "I'm not drunk."

Lu Zhen glared at him. "You poured so much wine in Bei Mu. How good can you be?" Seeing that Song Jia didn't say anything else, she turned around and prepared to leave. A stronger pull suddenly came from behind, and she was pulled into Song Jia's arms. The smell of wine mixed with the cold smell of Song Jia wrapped around Lu Zhen.

Lu Zhen looked up and saw Song Jia looking at her deeply. She vaguely felt that Song Jia was not in a good mood. Lu Zhen didn't understand. Wasn't Song Jia happy to see her? On such a cold night, she had specially run out of the house, but he did not want to see her?

Lu Zhen turned her face away and said stiffly, "I'm disturbing your gathering. If I had known, I wouldn't have come."