Rascal

Luna was held in Alexander's arms. They were like a pair of iron rods locking her tightly.

She took in a deep breath and said patiently, "Can you please let me go first? We can talk after that."

If it weren't because he was drunk, she would send him to heaven with one punch.

"No! Just stay here with me."

He already treated her so nicely, yet she still called him president? He nibbled her earlobe furiously.

"Hiss… Are you a dog?" Luna raised her head and stared at Alexander angrily. "You're drunk, go to bed!"

Alexander smiled, but that smile didn't reach his eyes. He said, "What did you call me? Say it one more time?"

Luna said, "…Alexander."

Why was the drunk Alexander so difficult to deal with!

Alexander wasn't that happy with it. "I don't like this one. Switch to another."

"Switch to what?" Luna asked.