In the blink of an eye, a suit jacket was draped over Qiao Xi's body, wrapping her upper half tightly, not letting in a hint of air.
Zhou Yu stood at the door, his mouth agape.
Stunned.
"Holy crap!"
"Holy crap, I must be seeing things because I'm drunk!"
He reeked of alcohol and vigorously rubbed his eyes.
"Are you guys fooling around in the study?" Zhou Yu asked in astonishment, looking at the two and the scattered documents on the floor. "Huo Er, I really didn't see this coming! You even have this kind of... fetish?"
He was a workaholic, a man of proud abstinence.
Yet he'd pushed all the tender documents onto the floor and had Qiao Xi sit on the desk.
Qiao Xi was so mortified she wished she could die.
Huo Xingzhou held her close and shielded her as he said, "Get out!"
Zhou Yu, having drunk a bit, was bolder than usual.