Max and the Mechanical Army Chapter 142

But although the man's movements were as fast as a mutant, his hands were not heavy. The palm that grasped Dylan Lin's shoulder was very careful and gentle, and the other hand was placed on his back. Then, a strong smell of alcohol hit his face.

Dylan Lin shuddered, and then felt someone gently licking his neck. The two claws pressing on his body soon began to become restless.

Being blocked by someone in the dark and being bullied was really a new experience. Dylan Lin felt a little amused and helpless. He had no choice but to hold down the claw that was sliding towards his chest and raised his chin to avoid it: "Director Lu, where is your dignity?"

Lu Bixing snorted vaguely, looking innocent as if he was so drunk that he was disoriented.

After hearing this groan, Dylan Lin grabbed his collar and lowered his head to sniff: "Did you drink too much, or did your clothes drink too much?"