Having had some drinks, feeling somewhat agitated, Xiyan's voice was slightly raised, "Stop the car, I want to get out, I want to go back!"
Ou Jue looked at Xiyan for a moment, then suddenly picked her up and placed her directly on his lap.
Then he looked down at her, "Xia Xiyan, are you jealous?"
Xiyan, having had too much to drink, couldn't keep up with the pace of her thoughts, struggled a bit but couldn't break free.
Instead, she felt exhausted, so she simply stopped struggling. Because of the alcohol, her speech started to become slurred.
"Jealous? Me, why would I be jealous..."
"Because I was clinking glasses and chatting with other women, even having lively conversations." Ou Jue calmly recounted what he'd done earlier, "So, you were jealous, weren't you?"
"I wasn't..."
"You were." Ou Jue's tone was confident, even carried a hint of a light chuckle, he whispered hoarsely in her ear, "You clearly still love me."
