Lan Lan, when are we going to have a baby?
Shi qinglan looked up at the man in a panic.
She tried to move her wrist gently. She wanted to struggle out from under him, but she did not expect that Bo Yucheng would be so strong even when he was drunk, holding her down and not leaving her any room to move.
"Don't move," Bo Yicheng's low and hoarse voice sounded.
Shi qinglan was afraid that the man would get drunk from her struggling, so she obediently stopped and blinked innocently at him.
The girl coaxed him in a gentle voice, " ah-Cheng, let go of me! I'll help you cook some congee to help you sober up. Otherwise, it's not good for your stomach to drink so much, and you'll definitely feel uncomfortable at night."
But Bo Li Cheng had no intention of letting her go.
He lowered his head and gently touched the tip of the girl's nose. No.
Shi qinglan's brows could not help but furrow slightly. There was a hint of worry in her eyes, but there was more helplessness. then ...