A woman, fragrant and soft, suddenly threw herself into his arms. If it were any other time, Lord Buddha Yu would probably be very pleased, wouldn't he?
But now, seeing Mu Anran's drunken state, he was both angry and annoyed.
He grabbed her wandering little hand on his body, "Mu Anran, do you know what you're doing?"
Mu Anran stared at his chest, nodding forcefully, "I know, I... I just want to feel this chest muscle—"
Yu Lingqian: "..."
"Wow..." Mu Anran, like a female pervert, groped and kneaded Yu Lingqian's pectoral muscles.
Hmph, she had wanted to do this anytime she saw Lord Buddha Yu's pectoral muscles.
She just didn't dare to at that time.
Now, bolstered by the courage that alcohol brought, she began to boldly "take advantage" while half-drunk, half-sober.
Her little hand moved from his pectoral muscles to pinch and scratch all the way down, finally stopping on his eight-pack abs.