"I'm not drunk." The fox who was stuffed into the carriage sang a song. In the sealed space, he was vaguely aware that it was a familiar person. The faint fragrance guided the fox. He moved his nose and came close to Shen Wei. His eyes were breathtaking like spring flowers and autumn water. Zhao Yunlan's appearance is not even average among the Fox clan, it is too ordinary. When he is awake, only with his eyes filled with calculations can you be convinced that he is from the same lineage as the Fox Clan. The drunken fox carries the actions of a child and the primitive thinking of the beast. The smell was so sweet, it had been with him since a long time ago. Zhao Yunlan stupidly licked Shen Wei's cheek with the tip of his tongue, apparently so drunk that he forgot that he was still human.
Suddenly being baptized by the opponent's passionate saliva, and his glasses were pushed crookedly, Shen Wei had no choice but to give the opponent a slap in the eye. The drunken fox's senses were duller than usual, and he happily harassed Shen Wei. Like a young fox, he approaches the other person happily, and licking is his way of expressing friendship.