Normally, Chu Mingcheng would hesitate ever so slightly when faced with a choice, considering it carefully before deciding.
But today, as soon as he lowered his head, he rushed in headlong.
However, midway through, his face was stopped by a hand.
Jiang Luoluo looked at him with a smirk, her breath reeking of alcohol, "Tsk tsk tsk, men!"
Chu Mingcheng straightened up calmly, "I just wanted to stand up, you know."
"No, I don't get it. I just know someone is trying to take advantage of the situation," Jiang Luoluo shook her head and got up.
Chu Mingcheng gave an incredulous eye roll, "If you're going to pretend to be drunk, at least make it convincing. I won't even mention the constantly fluttering eyelashes, but your arms too... they're clinging so tight..."
Jiang Luoluo felt slightly embarrassed by the teasing, and then, putting on a little woman's airs, she stood up and pushed him out of the room, "Anyway, I don't care, you're just up to no good!"