Suddenly pulled towards the bed, Xiulan let out a yelp just before she could find her balance.
Landing on Fu Ling's chest was unexpected and before she could recover from the impact caused by her nose hitting his chest, she heard him speak.
"Have you stopped liking me?"
That question was so unexpected that she froze with his gaze on him. But Fu Ling pinched her arm and asked again, "I'm asking if you have stopped liking me?"
"Ouch! Mr. Fu, can you see how suggestive our positions are? Let me go first."
"Do you think I will let you make a move if you don't answer my question?" Fu Ling asked.
'Is this part of being muddle-headed as a result of getting drunk?'
"I don't like you anymore." Xiulan blurted out.
She could feel the hotness emitting from his body, and with her chest rubbing his abdomen, she felt uncomfortable and wanted to quickly escape from his clutches.
