31. Can't we just treat it as being bitten by a dog?

"Awake? Good, I've come to take you home!"

In an instant, her eyes, blurred with confusion, flashed with brightness.

"Give me a hand!"

Chu Mucheng said, raising an arm.

Perhaps due to drunkenness, his voice was somewhat hoarse.

An Xiaoyu, seeing this, felt somewhat helpless.

This guy, doesn't he even have the strength to get up?

Forget it, one shouldn't quibble with a drunk, so she stepped forward, ready to give him a hand.

Just as she grasped his hand, she was suddenly pulled with great force, An Xiaoyu hadn't even reacted before she toppled onto the sofa.

Caught off guard, she fell head-first into the sofa, and even though it was a genuine, soft sofa, she was so unprepared that she still felt dazed.

"Chu Mucheng, you bastard!"

This time, An Xiaoyu was truly angry.

But Chu Mucheng paid no attention to An Xiaoyu's anger.

He stared at the woman in his arms, holding her as if she were a pillow, as if at this moment, she had become his possession.