Chen Feng was just about to stand up and help Jiang Shiqi, but instead, she suddenly threw herself into his arms, clinging to him like an octopus.
Her soft, delicate body emitted a young girl's fragrance that made Chen Feng—a man in his prime—breathe a little faster.
Chen Feng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed himself, thinking, "No, this can't go on, something is going to happen!"
"Shiqi, you're drunk. Let me take you home," he said, lowering his head and gently patting her fragrant shoulder.
"No!"
Jiang Shiqi shook her head, her face flushed as she spoke.
"It's getting late. If you don't go home, your parents will start worrying!" Chen Feng said with a helpless smile.
"I'm not going home. They won't worry about me!"
Jiang Shiqi pouted her lips and spoke with a glimmer of resentment.
"Oh?"
Chen Feng frowned, seeing the look of grievance on her face, realizing there was definitely a story there.
