"I, I'm dizzy..." Ruan Jiaojiao thought things were going badly and staggered to throw herself into Xiao Lin's arms, but an external force yanked her aside, sending her plunging straight into the embrace of Pei Huaiyu.
The pearl hairpin in her hair brushed against his jaw, but his long arm firmly encircled her waist.
With his palm pressing through the thin fabric, heating up her waist, the man's tone was as cold as if steeped in snowmelt: "My wife is too drunk to walk straight, yet she still has room in her mind for someone else? And you couldn't spare a thought for your poor husband."
Chapter 107