Saying this, she stood up, slightly drunk and unsteady, and stumbled into Pei Weiyi's embrace.
Wu Qianqiu wrapped her arms around Pei Weiyi's neck, her face pressed against her chest, feeling the warmth emanating from it.
"Throughout my life, I've had countless suitors, but none have truly touched my heart. If only Prime Minister Pei were truly a man."
Her fingers drew circles on Pei Weiyi's chest.
Pei Weiyi asked, "Is Wu Wangxinger related to Twelve Thousand and Eight Hundred Eyes?"
Wu Qianqiu lost interest upon hearing this, and she left the embrace, giving her a resentful glance.
"You really are unmoved by temptation." She patted her peach-red face. "I don't know if Wu Wangxinger is related to Twelve Thousand and Eight Hundred Eyes. I only know that Twelve Thousand and Eight Hundred Eyes is related to Fan Wubing."
"Fan Wubing?" Pei Weiyi pondered, "Oh, the one who provoked Tian Sha."
