The familiar man’s voice, nervous tone, drove her doze away at once, she straightened up like a chicken blood, looking in the direction of the sound.
The man walked towards him anxiously, she got up, rushed over, her small body swiftly jumped on the man, her limbs wrapped around him, without saying anything, now he kissed him on the lips, “Brother Xiang.”
Xiang Yiqing has become accustomed to her enthusiasm regardless of occasion, but in such a public occasion, he was a little embarrassed, and he unnaturally grasped her two legs with both hands to support her.
He glanced at both sides, then frowned at Xin Xiaoxiao, “Aren’t you drunk?”
Although there was a strong smell of alcohol when she rushed forward, looking at her spirit, where did she seem to be drunk?
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