In fact, that's exactly what she did.
When Xu Mohan was kissed by her, his entire mind exploded like a bomb dropped onto the ground.
Her lips were soft and sweet, flavored with the taste of alcohol.
The asceticism he had maintained for so long was about to be defeated, a blazing inferno he could barely suppress, but he was a man whose self-control had been remarkable for tens of thousands of years.
He thought about how he couldn't give her anything.
Status, marriage, he couldn't take responsibility for her.
Xu Mohan placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away, "Sheng'er, you're drunk."
At that moment, Nan Yuesheng sobered up significantly because of his words and actions.
Her face blushed with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry."
She quickly climbed out of the pool and her figure disappeared from his sight.
Xu Mohan felt a profound sense of loss.
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