Beihuai's expression was no better than Jianbing's.
His neck was hooked by Tang Chuxia and she refused to let go.
Jianbing could only put Tang Chuxia down, and she immediately dove into Beihuai's arms.
Her eyes only saw Beihuai, completely ignoring Jianbing.
"Beihuai, you tell me, am I right? Are you not my sweetheart?"
Beihuai held Tang Chuxia's waist, fearing she might topple over from swaying side to side, yet his eyes were full of storms.
He didn't know if Tang Chuxia was genuinely drunk or taking this opportunity to declare their relationship, but he clearly sensed Jianbing's murderous glare.
If it weren't for Tang Chuxia still in his arms, Jianbing would probably have punched him in the face a couple of times.
And yet, Tang Chuxia wouldn't keep quiet, she cupped Beihuai's face, squishing his cheeks all out of shape, all the while laughing like a fool herself.
At first, she was just handsy, but then she went too far, leaning in and planting a kiss on his face.
