Miao Qingfeng collapsed in Su Xuan's arms, her eyes hazy as she looked at him. She didn't aspire for a beautiful future with Su Xuan but cherished every moment they had.
Now, she no longer cared whether her "husband" was truly killed by Su Xuan because there was no real affection between them, just a marriage without an emotional foundation.
"Can you drink a bit more with me?"
Only now did she realize, the alcohol Miao Qingfeng had consumed earlier was truly taking effect. Her body swayed, unstable even in sitting.
"I'll take you home."
"Don't! I just want to spend more time with you, please."
Su Xuan could only sit silently with her, securing her clothes tighter. Miao Qingfeng had sweated a lot from their earlier vigorous encounter, making her susceptible to catching cold.
Gulp!
Taking advantage of Su Xuan's distraction, Miao Qingfeng picked up her glass and downed another drink.
