Little Rascal

Ye Muyu had no choice but to give up. She leaned on the table and poured herself some grape-flavored fruit wine. Smelling the fruit fragrance, she quickly leaned over and took a sip.

The taste was indeed very good and did not disappoint at all.

Ye Muyu smiled and took a few more sips.

Suddenly, she felt a force behind her. Her chin was lifted by someone, and the fruit wine in her mouth was also sucked clean by him.

"You're not drunk." Ye Muyu finally reacted and glared at him. However, her charming and moist eyes made Chu Heng feel as if his heart was hooked. How could he be polite at this moment? He directly carried her over and sat her down on his lap.

Ye Muyu only felt a cold and hot sensation below her, and her entire body was pressed against his chest.

There was someone outside. Ye Muyu put her hands on his chest and glared at him warningly, but Chu Heng let out a low and hoarse chuckle.