Duan Rong naturally wanted to take this opportunity to sneak away; he had no real intention of fetching wine.
However, at this moment, Fan Hongjiao was already burning with desire, her body softening, unwilling to let Duan Rong go.
"Does it still need wine? Little Junior Brother, have you ever heard that even without wine, one can still be intoxicated! Senior Sister is already drunk, what are you still waiting for?!"
"Ah..." Cold sweat broke out on Duan Rong's forehead from fright. "Wait for what..."
Just then, Fan Hongjiao had already collapsed weakly into Duan Rong's arms, and Duan Rong was instantly terrified, as he reached to push, his hands came into contact with a large mass of softness, which made him panic and lift his hands high in the air.
Fan Hongjiao let out a slight whimper.
At this point, she suddenly sniffed, her delicate nose twitching a few times, and with her brows slightly furrowed, she said somewhat displeased, "What... is that smell?"
