at her stomach was bothering her and she hadn't been able to eat much lately. She asked me to come take a look."16446330/61016107.Please remember the website for the first release of this book: . Biqu...Seeing these punishment conditions, Feng Mu's heart skipped a beat, and a gleam appeared in his eyes.

He didn't even think about it, and immediately agreed, "I have no problem with that."

This isn't punishment, it's helping him out!

While Meng Lan was convinced that she would thoroughly defeat Feng Mu, she rolled up her sleeves and began to spin the roulette wheel.

After several rounds of competition, the punishment was to drink.

Menglan and Fengmu were evenly matched, neither getting the upper hand as they chugged bottle after bottle.

But Feng Mu remained unfazed, while Meng Lan started to feel dizzy. A blush crept onto her cheeks, and her vision became blurry.

"Aren't you dizzy"

"I really can't drink anymore," Menglan said, propping her hands on the table and looking at him curiously.

"Dizzy" Feng Mu leaned closer to her, his long fingers gripping her cheek tightly, a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Since that's the case, don't drink anymore. I'll help you back to your room."

Hearing Feng Mu's words, Meng Lan was stunned. She raised her head slightly and stared at him blankly.

Maybe it was because of the evening light, but Feng Mu's handsome face seemed magnified before her eyes, incredibly charming.

Her vision swam before her eyes, sometimes she could see Feng Mu's face clearly, other times it would blur. She couldn't help but reach out and gently touch his cheek.

Feeling the warmth, she felt herself returning to reality, her delicate body trembling slightly.

Feng Mu was a man of great self-control, but when Meng Lan's hand lightly touched him, the sliver of rationality within him completely crumbled.

He involuntarily reached out and gripped Menglan's arm, pressing him down with force.

Menglan looked at him, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her breathing became increasingly uneven.

At this moment, in Feng Mu's eyes, the woman in his arms was staring blankly at her own reflection. It made him want to press her down and punish her severely.

"Xiaorui," his voice was gentle, slowly lowering his head towards her lips.

Just at that critical moment, Meng Lan suddenly reacted. She hurriedly reached out and pushed Feng Mu away with all her might.

"Keep drinking, I...I'm not drunk yet, I can still drink, I will definitely not lose to you!"

Menglan, like a drunkard, suddenly shouted.

She hurriedly reached out and pushed Feng Mu away, then bent down and moved the half-full beer bottle left on the ground onto the table with a loud "bang".

"Come, drink, there's plenty more! Drink until you're finished!"

“......”Feng Mu sat on the sofa, his bony fingers gently rubbing his weary brow.

He's a normal man after all, being interrupted at the most crucial moment... it's agonizing.

But looking at Menglan rolling up her sleeves and clamoring to spar with him, Feng Mu couldn't help but reveal a hint of doting in his eyes.

I have to admit, Dreamland can be really noisy.

But what can he do, he likes her, as long as he truly loves Menglan, no matter what she becomes, in his eyes, she is unique.

After composing himself, Feng Mu continued to spar with her. After several rounds, they ended up in a draw again.

Dream Orchid unknowingly drank a lot of beer. If she still had a little consciousness just now, she is truly unconscious now. Her cheeks were flushed red, and she was propping herself up with the bottle of beer, powerless, sprawled on the table.

While sitting beside her, Feng Mu's handsome face remained remarkably calm. He held a glass of wine in his hand, slowly and methodically drinking it all down.

Instantly, he slammed the glass down on the table with a resounding "clink," a slight upturn at the corner of his lips.

"Are you drunk" Feng Mu leaned closer to Meng Lan, his long fingers gently pushing back the strands of hair that fell across her forehead. His eyes were soft as he gazed at her.

Mulan was indeed quite drunk, but when she heard the words "drunk," she suddenly perked up and hurriedly retorted.

"Drunk No way, I'm not!"

As she spoke, she rose abruptly from her chair with a "thump".

Because her head was spinning so badly, she stood there for a moment and started to sway, feeling like she was about to fall at any second.

Feng Mu promptly reached out his hand to help her up, "Be careful."

Mulan's whole body fell into Feng Mu's arms, and she still reached out to grab his arm tightly, tilting her head up to look at him, "Are you Feng Mu I guessed right, aren't you Don't spin around anymore, it makes me dizzy."

Feng Mu's lips curled into a wry smile, "I wasn't going in circles."

"Didn't you"

"Hmm." Feng Mu naturally pulled her into his embrace, took out a few tissues to wipe the corner of her lips, and explained helplessly, "You drank too much, that's why you feel dizzy looking at everything."

"I'm drunk," Menglan murmured, her fingers lightly rubbing her temples. "You're right, I am really drunk, oh my, even the road seems blurry now."

“...”

"Say, how come you're not drunk at all" Menglan held his face, gazing at him as if he were some rare treasure. "How strange."

Feng Mu helplessly shook his head. He didn't say much, only busy taking care of the little drunk in front of him.

In reality, although he doesn't need to attend every small gathering in person given his current position, so his alcohol consumption isn't very high.

But when he first graduated, he couldn't get a foothold in the company and often appeared at various social gatherings, using toasts to exchange cooperation opportunities.

Over time, one's alcohol tolerance increases.

So the alcohol he consumed today was nothing to him, not even a hint of redness appeared on his face.

As for why he still accompanied Menglan in drinking so much, Feng Mu's gaze lingered on her body, like staring at prey, his eyes becoming increasingly deep and profound.

After a while, he saw that Menglan was really unsteady on her feet, so he hugged her waist gently and softly reminded her.

"Xiaorui, you've had too much to drink. Let me send you back to your bedroom to rest, okay"

Rest...

Meng Lan was truly exhausted from all the commotion, and being drunk also dulled her ability to think. She mumbled incoherently, "Okay."

But just as she took a step, an idea suddenly popped into her head. Her slender fingers pressed down on the dial.

"Wait a minute, I just remembered you lost. You haven't turned yet."

Only then did Feng Mu casually adjust the hour hand of the dial, listening to her words.

The hour hand slowly came to a stop, Menglan hurriedly leaned forward and whispered, "Punishment, kiss the person you like and boldly tell her, I love you!"

After reading it, Menglan's eyes immediately ignited with burning gossip. She hurriedly turned her head and looked at Feng Mu.

"You shall be punished."

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