A fashion queen

However, Cui Ziyue simply had no interest in alcohol. Not only did it taste awful and bitter, but more importantly, after just one try, she had no desire to try it again. But it was undeniable that the intoxicating, light-headed feeling allowed her to temporarily forget the troubles Mo Yunting had caused her, though that forgetfulness only lasted a short while.

"I'm not forbidding you from making friends, but you should know when to have fun!" Mo Yunting folded his arms, his face stern. He had seen all the pain and grief he'd caused her these past few days by deliberately avoiding her. When she offered to go to KTV with Xiaohong for some fun, he agreed without hesitation. He'd thought it would distract her and improve her melancholy. But he hadn't expected her to return home until late at night, completely drunk.

He had waited for five hours, and seeing her in such a state of disgrace and reeking of alcohol, his rage instantly erupted, nearly losing control and going berserk. Beyond his anger, he was even more annoyed at her for not having self-respect and imitating others in her drinking and reveling.

"Did I make you angry because I drank?" Cui Ziyue's body trembled slightly. She stared at the man in front of her with eyes full of fear and anxiety, and her voice became a little stuttering because of fear.

"Don't drink anymore in the future. I don't like seeing you drunk." Mo Yunting's tone was harsh and a little cold, but his eyes revealed his concern for her.

Cui Ziyue lowered her head silently, feeling aggrieved and helpless. The alcohol was still raging through her, giving her a splitting headache and making it difficult for her to even stand. She swayed slightly to try to maintain her balance, but nearly fell to the ground.

At that moment, Mo Yunting quickly reached out his arms to support her. The person in his arms was soft and warm, like silky satin, and the sudden close contact made his heart tremble and he couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion and passion. However, when his eyes met Cui Ziyue's drunken and disheveled appearance, a nameless anger instantly surged in his heart: just going out to sing with friends for the first time, and yet he could get himself so drunk. How unbecoming!

If a young woman were to drink so recklessly outside and encounter someone with ulterior motives on her way home, the consequences would be unimaginable! The thought of this made Mo Yunting's anger grow more intense, as if it was about to burst out and was difficult to contain.

Few women could force Mo Yunting to this point. Perhaps only Yue'er possessed such power! Yet, at this moment, she was completely oblivious to the impending disaster, still blinking foolishly at him with her drunken eyes.

"From now on, I will never allow you to go out with Xiaohong again!" Mo Yunting thought to himself: That damn Xiaohong may not have any other skills, but she's a master at teaching Yue'er to drink. When we get to the set tomorrow, I'm going to give her a good scolding!

After all, Yue'er was of great significance and importance to him. If anything unexpected happened to her, he would be heartbroken and in great pain!

"Why?" she murmured, her heart filled with confusion and bewilderment. Being held tightly by him, she felt as if she were on a cloud. This floating feeling intoxicated her, and she closed her eyes involuntarily, savoring this rare gentle embrace. Only at this moment would he take the initiative to get close to her.

However, recalling the unhappy parting that day, her heart became heavy again. Since then, he had clearly been deliberately keeping his distance from her, as if wanting to completely cut off her infatuated thoughts.