"Let her be, don't worry about it."
Wen Jiaojiao lay on the table, one arm under her cheek, the other hand holding food as she stuffed it into her mouth, looking at Wen Zhaoye with a dazed expression and saying:
"Handsome, aren't you going to eat?"
Wen Zhaoye had no idea where she learned such thuggish behavior; since she had already said all the shocking things, he figured she had nothing more to say.
He reluctantly picked up his chopsticks and replied:
"eat."
"That's a good boy. Eat more, after all, I don't think your pectoral muscles are very big."
Wen Zhaoye's face turned dark red, and Wen Jiaojiao once again said something shocking:
"But we can't just look at it. Here's what we'll do: lift up your clothes and I'll touch them to see if they're up to standard."
Wen Zhaoye glanced at the chuckling crowd and realized he had underestimated her astonishing skill.
He took her glass, poured some white wine into it, and pushed it towards her, saying:
"Have some of this." Once you're completely drunk, it'll be easier to take you home.
"Did you give me aphrodisiacs?" Wen Jiaojiao's mind was completely out of control, and she couldn't tell what time it was. She blurted out, "I knew you were a troublemaker."
Wen Zhaoye's face was ashen. As if to prove something, he picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, saying irritably:
"Hurry up and eat, then go home."
Wen Jiaojiao's eyes widened, and she exclaimed in surprise:
"You're going to drink aphrodisiacs before going home? You have some kind of physical defect."
Wen Zhaoye's breath came out in thick, heavy gasps. He stood up and tried to pick her up again, but she grabbed the large table, dragging the table legs across the floor, leaving four marks. He had no choice but to stop, gritting his teeth as he said:
"Wen Jiaojiao, let go of me."
Wen Jiaojiao refused to let go and spoke again:
"The medicine has already taken effect? Why are you in such a hurry to take me back?"
Wen Zhaoye's exposed skin glowed pink, and he was momentarily unsure whether he should take her back.
Beads of sweat appeared on his nose. He turned to the man beside him and said:
"Get her mother here for me." I've completely lost face today.
Wen Jiaojiao: "This medicine is so potent? It even affects my mom? You're inhuman."
"Jiaojiao, wake up! If you keep talking, Zhaoye might hit you."
The man gave a brief explanation, then quickly turned and went out to find Xu Cuifen.
The other men couldn't help but offer their advice, which only made Wen Jiaojiao's head spin more and more. She said with a displeased expression:
"Shh, don't talk. He's under the influence of the drug right now. He might pull you both onto the bed later."
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