Chapter 1177: Drink Yourself, or Should I Feed You?

speed, and made it even smoother.In the quiet carriage, the woman's light breaths were remarkably even, a faint scent of alcohol lingering in the air.Fu Shaoqing had a strange feeling, rising quietly...sly furrowed his brow, and resignedly dragged him to the sofa, tossing him onto the soft cushions.He wrinkled his nose, sniffing the collar of the shirt. He glared disdainfully at the man sprawled on...