Mu Chenxi had not sobered up from the alcohol, and the alcohol was corroding her brain, causing it to become chaotic.
In her ears, she faintly heard Fu Yanshen's questioning; she tried hard to open her eyes, looking deeply into the bottom of his eyes with a hazy gaze.
She watched his handsome face, imprinted deep in her soul, inching closer to her.
The reducing distance allowed her to clearly see the suspicion in his eyes.
Once again, his voice traveled to her ears, it was light, but it carried a chill, "Chenxi, who am I?"
Mu Chenxi's lips slowly curved into a soft, seductive smile.
Slowly raising her arms, she draped them over his back, inching upward, until she clasped his shoulders.
Because her body was weak, these few motions left her panting, appearing even more charming.
With the strength she gained from climbing onto him, she actively met him, bringing their bodies even closer together.
Her soft lips also willingly moved closer to his thin lips.