She Almost Drove Him Mad

Song Chuyi carried her to the backseat. After the change of environment and seeing that it was no longer that noisy, Changqing looked around with her amorous eyes, saying, "Where… where is this place? Who are you?"

She pouted her lips and her eyes, with her face rouge-red, closed right before his eyes. Those lips were only a finger's distance from him. The scent of red wine assaulted him.

Song Chuyi lowered his head, and the thought of harshly tormenting those pink lips arose in his heart.

He thought of the driver at the front and suppressed the urge. He said, "Song Chuyi."

"Song Chuchu…" Changqing's fair little hands cupped his face. Her huge eyes were cloudy. "How's that possible? Song Chuchu doesn't have as many heads as you do. You're a monster… right, a monster."

She burped.

Song Chuyi felt his head aching. "Yan Changqing, let me warn you—don't drink so much next time."