Unfortunately, Chu Mo was not so bad as to have a drunken man to contend with. He could only go forward one step and embrace Lu Xiaoxiao in his arms.

Lu Xiaoxiao has a basic vigilance even when he is drunk, otherwise he would not have cleaned up his little white face half drunk and half awake just now. But now, in Chu Mo's bosom, she is obedient, closing her eyes, long eyelashes soaked in water mist shivering slightly.

Chu Mo has never seen Lu Xiaoxiao in such an awkward manner. Even when she was forced by Lu Li at the auction that day, she always maintained her final arrogance....