Do You Still Want To Kiss Her?

"This is my wine."

Feng Yi followed Mo An's swaying fingers and looked over. She pointed at the bed and then at the coffee table. In any case, she was not pointing at the wine glass in his hand.

"I don't care! What's yours is mine! I want to drink!"

Moan's little face was as red as a cooked prawn as he struggled to sit up.

She was so drunk that she couldn't sit up so easily.

Boom! With a dull thud, the empty wine glass in her hand fell onto the carpet.

Feng Yi didn't reach out to help her up. He only smiled as he watched her struggle to get up.

He watched for a full five minutes as if he was watching a show, but Moan still hadn't sat up.

He tried his best to remember, but he was so exhausted that he failed. Moan gave up on himself and simply didn't get up.

"I want to drink, drink! Brother Yi, Brother... I want, I want…Wine."

Mo An was so drunk that he stuttered.

She even reached out to snatch Feng Yi's red wine.