Drinking too much, Mi Jing felt a bit dizzy. Her mind was in a state of semi-detachment and semi-awareness, she remembered that she had driven there, so she slowly called out.
"Don't worry, someone will take the car home." Shen Lingxing cradled Mi Jing, who had collapsed onto the seat, in his lap, his large hand caressed her flushed and warm cheeks from the alcohol, and he spoke softly.
Hearing Shen Lingxing's words, Mi Jing slowly nodded in a seemingly understanding manner, then gently lifted her head, like a slow-motion shot in a movie, creating a stunningly beautiful scene.
Shen Lingxing focused intently on Mi Jing's enchanting demeanor as she was drunk. Her hazy eyes exuded natural allure, the luscious red lips like ripe cherries, slightly parted, seemingly inviting him to taste. Shen Lingxing's heart itched unbearably at the sight, and he had the urge to pounce on her immediately.
