Ling Hanxiao barely moved, only to realize that her arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, and her entire soft, fragrant body was pressed against him.
"Don't go..." Gu Xiao murmured.
Ling Hanxiao remained still; his dark eyes deep as an unfathomable whirlpool, he slowly said,
"Xiaoxiao, you're drunk. When you sober up tomorrow, you'll regret this..."
He didn't want to exploit her feelings so despicably by taking advantage of her inebriation.
But if she kept seducing him, intentionally or not, even a saint would struggle to resist demanding some "compensation."
Gu Xiao didn't seem to hear what he said. She looked up at his face with a vacant gaze.
Suddenly, she spoke, "I received the letter and champagne rose you sent..."
"Next time you go on a business trip, can I go with you? With me by your side, you won't work until your stomach aches, there will be someone who cares about you, and I'll keep you company..."
