Ji Muhan pressed her forehead against Mo Qing's forehead to check her temperature. Finding nothing amiss, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and gently coaxed, "Mo Mo, be good, just bear with it."

He paused slightly as he strode forward with his long legs, then turned a corner and carried her to another corridor.

He was clearly lucky; there was no one else in the women's restroom, and he didn't have time to worry about anything else. The girl kept rubbing against his chest, stirring things up everywhere.

His self-control, which he had always been so proud of, was completely useless in front of her, and was easily shattered by one of her unintentional actions.

His gaze towards Mo Qing grew increasingly intense, and his reason teetered on the brink of collapse. One wrong move, and he would tear her apart and devour her whole…

"Don't move." Ji Muhan's voice sounded noticeably hoarse.

However, this method is ineffective when Mo Qing is sober, let alone when she's drunk. Once she's drunk, she's like a wild horse that's been unleashed...

No one can subdue her anymore; this is her territory, and she's in charge now…

"You're mean to me, all you ever do is yell at me. Every time you see me, you're yelling at me." Mo Qing's eyes were glazed over, but she still managed to yell at him in a pitiful voice.

This was a huge mistake. Ji Muhan's words had really stirred up a hornet's nest. The spoiled brat immediately broke free from his embrace and began to wriggle restlessly.

She even broke free from his hand and ran out of the bathroom without warning. Ji Muhan had a headache, but she could only follow.

The girl is not fully conscious, and if she bumps into someone on the way, she will be the one who gets hurt. Unfortunately, she is a delicate person and cannot bear the slightest grievance.

Fortunately, the girl was drunk and her steps were unsteady, so she didn't run far. She hadn't even left the hotel yet. There was a corridor on one side, and at the other side of the corridor was the private room they had been in. The men's and women's restrooms were on this side.

She was stuck in the middle of the corridor when Ji Muhan caught up with her. Without thinking, he grabbed her wrist, pinned her right hand against the wall, and braced his other hand against the empty wall next to her, trapping her between his arms.

"Hanhan, you're a big bad guy."

"I like you, but it's all unrequited love on my part. You don't like me at all, and you even said we're not a good match. I don't like you anymore."

Ji Muhan, “…” These were words spoken hundreds of years ago, how come the girl still remembers them to this day?

“My brother and I are not a good match, my third brother also thinks we are not a good match, everyone says we are not a good match, I don’t care, but you keep pushing me away, you don’t want to waste time on this meaningless thing.”

"In your eyes, I'm just a burden that only drags you down, right?"

"..." Okay, he understood. The girl was here to settle the score!

If it weren't for the obvious blush on her face and the blank look in her eyes, he would have really wondered if she was doing it on purpose!

After all, it's not like the girl hasn't done this kind of thing before!

"Also, I know that in your eyes, I am just a little sister."

Ji Muhan felt helpless and powerless to respond to her cries. When the girl was sober, she was quite audacious, let alone when she was drunk; she was practically ready to pounce.

"Hanhan, you just don't love me! Are you seeing someone else? You irresponsible scumbag!" Mo Qing seemed to have never cursed anyone before. After hurling a string of curses, she rolled her eyes blankly, her gaze still unfocused and unfocused.

To confirm her own words, she nodded again, swaying slightly as she poked Ji Muhan's chest, and said in a very aggrieved tone, "Yes, you're a scumbag! You hugged me, kissed me, slept with me, and still won't take responsibility, you piece of trash!"

Ji Muhan was speechless, "..."

What is all this about?

"I miss you so much, really, I miss you so much every single day..." Mo Qing touched his cheek, her eyes fixed on him, but her gaze was still so unfocused...

His incoherent words made him wonder if he was drunk too…

However, if she was talking while drunk, Ji Muhan felt something was strange about it!

because--

How many people can kiss so accurately and flawlessly after getting drunk?

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy; please do not reproduce it!