Chapter 158: Making a Fool of Oneself

The kick of that drink was truly too powerful.

Nan Zhi felt dizzy and disoriented, the world spinning around her as she had no idea where she was.

She only felt something hard pressing tightly against her.

It poked her so uncomfortably.

When Mu Sihan pulled away from her red lips, her thick, dark eyelashes fluttered, and her soft little hand curiously reached toward his trousers.

"Did you hide a weapon to hit me?"

Her fingertips brushed against it.

Mu Sihan’s dark eyes sank abruptly, his breathing growing a few degrees heavier.

His cold, hard jawline was taut to the extreme. Seizing her restless little hand, his expression turned as dark as a gathering storm, heavy with impending doom, "Woman, do you have any idea what you're doing?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than she suddenly shrieked at the top of her lungs, "Ah, ah, ah! Pervert! There's a pervert here!"

Lan Yanzhi and the driver in the front were already struggling desperately to hold back their roaring laughter.

"Damn it!" Mu Sihan cursed under his breath, his slender hand tightly clamping over her mouth. With a gloomy, fierce look in his eyes, he barked, "Enough! Just who is being the pervert here?"

Nan Zhi was muffled to the point of barely being able to breathe. She parted her little lips and let out a few muffled whimpers, the warm breath escaping her spilling into his palm like an electric current racing up his spine, driving all the heat straight toward his lower abdomen.

Damn it!

That bastard Lan Yanzhi making her drink a cup of "Drunk" wasn't torturing her at all—it was testing him!

"Your weapon is getting bigger and—"

He coldly cut her off, "Shut up!" Pinching her jaw, he lifted her small face and kissed her overbearingly and aggressively.

A stinging pain swept across Nan Zhi's lips, her teeth forcefully pried apart by the man's hot, wet tongue as it rampaged wildly inside her mouth.

Nan Zhi couldn't breathe, a wave of oxygen deprivation washing over her brain.

Mu Sihan's kisses trailed from the corners of her lips down to her chin, and then to her collarbone.

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck, abruptly clearing Nan Zhi's hazy mind quite a bit.

Mu Sihan, who had just bitten her, raised his head. With a wicked curve to the corners of his lips and deep, gloomy eyes, he looked at her, "Sober now?"

The man before her had a face as cold as ice, the corners of his eyes flushed red, and his thin lips pressed into a tight line—exceptionally dangerous and stern. Nan Zhi closed her eyes and reopened them.

He was still staring at her as chillingly and piercingly as a phantom.

"What... happened to me?" She had only drunk one glass of alcohol; how did she end up sitting on his lap? And why had she been fiercely kissed by him?

Struggling to recall what had just happened, and remembering that she seemed to have touched things she shouldn't have and said things she shouldn't have, she felt completely done for.

She had lost every shred of face she possessed clear across the Pacific.

"Was there something wrong with the drink Young Master Lan gave me?" She wasn't entirely stupid; she knew how to analyze and find the cause.

Lan Yanzhi raised both hands with an expression of utter innocence, "Little Nan, there was nothing wrong with the wine. You drank it, and Fourth Brother drank it too. It's just that your alcohol tolerance is terrible; you got drunk off a single glass."

Seeing Nan Zhi looking as though she didn't believe a word of Lan Yanzhi's explanation, Mu Sihan offered a clarification, "The alcohol content of that drink was as high as ninety-six percent. It's completely normal for you to be drunk."

...

Nan Zhi slid down from Mu Sihan's lap and buried her face in her arms.

She truly had no face left to show anyone.

Making a fool of herself in front of Mu Sihan was one thing, but Lan Yanzhi and the driver were right there in the car too!

Just as Nan Zhi was trying to think of some excuse to avoid going to dinner with them, the notification chime of her phone suddenly rang out.

Thinking it was a message from Xia Xi regarding the investment promotion conference, she pulled it out to take a look.

A message from an unknown number read: Little Flower, I'm back.

Little Flower!

Little Flower!

In the entire world, there was only one person who would call her that.

"What are you looking at with such a distracted look? Which wild man is texting you?"

Before Nan Zhi could say anything, her phone was suddenly snatched from her hand by the man.