Fu Yechuan came back to his senses and sat next to her, with one arm around her shoulders, the other passed under her knees, and picked her up easily.

Drunk Su Nan's breath was full of mellow wine, she fell asleep unconsciously, and consciously found a comfortable position and angle in Fu Yechuan's arms, hugged his neck softly, and continued to sleep.

Fu Yechuan's whole body froze, and he glanced at the woman in his arms with dark eyes, his whole body was limp as hell.