"By the way, how did you end up back here? Where's my father?" Ye Jiu asked curiously. Her father was as cautious of Sikong Mo as of a thief; how did he get the chance to come over?
Sikong Mo chuckled, "Don't worry, the Crown Prince is in a good mood today, so he had a bit too much to drink and is already drunk."
Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the chance to sneak over here.
As he got closer, Ye Jiu caught a whiff of alcohol from Sikong Mo as well and quickly asked, "What about you, are you drunk?"
"It's not the wine that intoxicates, but the heart," Sikong Mo replied, looking at Ye Jiu.
Suddenly, an air of intimacy filled the atmosphere.
"Jiujiu, can I hold you?"
Although Ye Jiu didn't answer, she voluntarily spread her arms and wrapped them around his waist.
Only then did Sikong Mo safely pull her into his embrace.
In just a few days, so much had happened, making him feel utterly exhausted.
