Rather than asking if she ever came, he wanted to ask why she came, and even...why would he want to be held by him all night.

The drunk woman always had a bright smile on her face. She seemed to have drunk too much, just lying on the table lazily, looking at Ling Yunting and smiling motionlessly.

"Beauty, you are so beautiful."

Mu Zhiqing slowly raised her hand to cover Ling Yunting's face, gestured his eyebrows, her eyes naive and intoxicated.

"I have never seen anyone as good-looking as you."

Ling Yunting was originally nervous and expecting to hear the answer he wanted, but suddenly heard the woman's words, helplessly at the same time could not help but chuckle.

He seems to let her drink too much? You even called out the title of beauty?

Listening to Ling Yunting's chuckle, Mu Zhiqing couldn't help frowning, her confused little face suddenly filled with seriousness.

She approached Ling Yunting slowly, and sat down on his lap without hesitation.

Ling Yunting also didn't expect Mu Zhiqing to do this suddenly, a flash of surprise flashed between her eyebrows, but she held her waist very naturally to prevent her from falling.

Before he raised his eyes, he realized that the woman's two hands had broken his face and looked at her.

"Why are you laughing? Could you not believe me?"

Mu Zhiqing looked at the face close at hand earnestly, with a determined and firm tone.

"I really haven't seen a beautiful woman like you, hehe."

Ling Yunting raised his eyebrows, watching the woman take the initiative to throw her arms and confess to him so seriously, showing a very satisfied look.

"Why should I look for you? Of course it is because of..." Mu Zhiqing thought for a while, then said sternly: "Of course it's because I miss you!"

I, think, you, ah!

The four crisp and beautiful words exploded in Ling Yunting's heart. Looking at the woman's confused and lovely face, the soft color under his eyes became more intense.

Even though it was just a gibberish when she was drunk, these four words still meant a lot to him.

The joy of joy spread all the way from the ears to the heart, like spring returning to the earth, and everything is resurrecting, incredibly beautiful.

"It's a coincidence, I miss you more."

The man stared at her, earnestly every word.

Mu Zhiqing seemed to be very happy when she heard these words. She wrapped her hands around the man's neck and smiled idiotically.

Ling Yunting seemed to be in interest suddenly, and asked, "Madam, I have a hidden illness, would you be willing to marry me?"

"Hidden illness?"

Mu Zhiqing's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously twisted her gaze from Ling Yunting's beautiful face all the way...

"No way?"

Ling Yunting: "...not this."

Just when Ling Yunting's face gradually turned dark, Mu Zhiqing suddenly raised her head, her laughter was crisp and sweet.

"As long as you are a beauty, I don't mind."

She laughed arrogantly and presumptuously, and she said something serious and taken for granted, as if she had spotted Ling Yunting, as long as the object was him, then no matter what it was, she wouldn't mind.

Ling Yunting's heart plopped and jumped, his eyes became deep and clear, and every word and sentence struck him in his heart.

And she, who was already drunk, would never know how beautiful and important this remark was to him.

Even if it was an unconscious word when drunk, or even a complete joke, he felt that he had never heard of it.