"I'm not drunk..."
Yue Haitang lay on Luo Feng, a faint smile on his reddened cheeks. With lethargic, drunken eyes, he gazed at Luo Feng. Pressing a finger against Luo Feng's face, he chuckled, "See? You were the one who collapsed first. You're drunk, not me... You liar... Liar..."
Perhaps due to the alcohol, Yue Haitang's eyes were hazy. His flushed, handsome face made his smile even more radiant than usual.
L Luo Feng, usually calm and collected, was momentarily taken aback by Yue Haitang's gaze.
How beautiful...
Luo Feng sighed inwardly. Unlike Bing Ruolan's youthful innocence or Yang Wanyi's flirtatiousness, Yue Haitang possessed a noble quality. Even when drunk, his every move exuded a unique aesthetic. Faced with such a smile, any unsuspecting man would likely be captivated.
What a pity, he's a man...
Luo Feng exhaled slowly, and the flicker of desire in his heart died instantly.
