Today, once she completed the check-in, Han Ningmou was fully prepared.
The weight on his body made Chi Cheng, who was half-drunk, instantly open his black eyes.
"Chi Cheng, you're awake..."
Chi Cheng grabbed her hand tightly, "What do you want to do?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Han Ningmou flashed a bright smile.
Chi Cheng's hand tightened around her neck, the curve of his mouth widened, but his eyes were cold and sinister, "Who gave you the courage, huh?"
Han Ningmou was startled, because Chi Cheng was not joking.
He really was squeezing her neck, and it felt like he would break her neck at any second.
"Cough, cough..." Han Ningmou coughed lightly, "It was, it was An Ran... An Ran said, you're always clinging to her, she's very troubled... wanted me to help her..."
Chi Cheng's smile instantly froze a bit.
As An Ran put it, Chi Cheng was an elegant and refined gentleman.
He seemed never to get angry, even when mad, he wore a smile.
Very dangerous, very tempting.
