After being drunk, Lu Xiaoxiao obviously didn't know what he was doing, but did it with the most real idea in his heart. His unhappy face amused him.

"I knew I was just a little tougher, otherwise it would not be so awkward."

Lu Xiaoxiao frowned and her consciousness gradually faded, but her hands were still wiping her ink-washed arm with a paper towel. Just when he wanted to coax her, she suddenly lowered her head.

Lu Xiaoxiao directly kissed the hand with ink, as if to print her traces there, dispelling the odor that Fang Youwei had left behind. Page] Zhu Mo's body became tense in an instant. He...