After Gu Xiao took Qin Youbei away, Qin Muchen got up too, looking at Lin Jiujiu sprawled on the table: "Can you get up by yourself?"
Lin Jiujiu smiled adorably, her eyes narrowing into crescent moons, and she raised her head, responding to Qin Muchen sweetly: "No problem!!"
Then she stood up shakily, but managed to stay upright for only a second before immediately toppling over.
A pair of strong arms quietly wrapped around her slender waist.
A solid chest held her tightly, preventing her from falling to the ground.
"Thank you!" Still not completely drunk, with a hint of sobriety remaining, Lin Jiujiu stiffened her body in embarrassment, instinctively wanting to struggle, but the man's arms were like an iron wall, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.
Her heartbeat became fast and frantic, "I, I, I'm fine."
"Drink less in the future," Qin Muchen whispered in her ear, his low voice full of magnetism, like a violin stirring under the night sky.
