Trying to Get Baili Jiajue Drunk

The moonlight in the study was obviously cooler than in the bedroom.

Baili Jiajue's long legs rested on the sofa while his deep eyes looked at the ceiling above his head, and his left hand forcefully pulled at his tie.

Although he was still in his adorable-looking state, his expression now would make anyone feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts more strongly than usual.

None of the monsters would dare to approach such a king.

They didn't know what had happened.

But they were very sure that this matter must have something to do with the queen.

It was hard to tell what Baili Jiajue was thinking about. He raised his arm and covered his forehead. His posture was languid and handsome, but it was dangerous to the point of death.

Or rather, it was more accurate to say it was icy cold.

His entire body was exuding a strong demonic aura. This was a state that only appeared when he was unhappy.