Having already drunk, her emotions were a bit agitated, Xiyan's voice 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.
He lowered his head to look at her, "Xia Xiyan, are you jealous?"
Drunk Xiyan's mind couldn't keep up with the pace at all, she struggled for a bit but couldn't break free.
Instead, she felt so tired, she simply stopped struggling, because she had drunk too much, and now her speech was starting to slur.
"Jealous? Why, why would I be jealous..."
"Because I was clinking glasses and chatting with other women, even laughing and talking." Ou Jue calmly recounted what he had just done, "So, you're jealous, aren't you?"
"I am not..."
"You are." Ou Jue's tone was certain, even with a hint of a pleased chuckle, he murmured in her ear, "You clearly still love me."
