Li Buyan trembled all over, with disposable gloves on both hands and holding a crayfish in her right hand. She blinked at Li Xingle, "Stay away from me, you reek of alcohol!"
"You reek of alcohol too!"
"I haven't even drunk any alcohol, how could I possibly smell like it?" Li Buyan lowered her head to sniff herself.
Li Xingle suddenly splashed some wine on her.
Ice-cold, with a strong smell of alcohol pouring over her.
Furious, Li Buyan glared at him, and rubbed the crayfish randomly over his white suit, leaving obvious greasy stains on it.
Li Xingle, slightly tipsy, with a flushed face, couldn't help but laugh at her childish actions.
The teardrop mole at the corner of his eye made his smile captivating, and his lazy, carefree face was even more irresistibly enchanting.
Li Buyan took off the disposable gloves and tugged at her clothes. Suddenly, she noticed a wine glass next to her, picked it up, and poured it over Li Xingle's head.
