Li Yeqi's eyes were quick, and he swiftly reached out to support her waist, but still staggered back two steps before stabilizing both of their bodies. He narrowed his eyes, the pupils, tinted with the influence of alcohol, shimmered like ink-colored glaze.
"Throwing yourself into my arms?"
His hoarse voice burrowed into Yan Luoxi's heart. Her heart couldn't stop tingling. This demon was just as seductive as before, his charm undiminished by the years.
She flusteredly backed out of his embrace, her cheeks flushing a suspicious shade of red. She didn't dare to look into his eyes, "You've been drinking?"
Li Yeqi leaned forward slightly, gazing at her intently, "Mhm, I've drunk, so what? Are you scared?"
"Who, who's scared?" Yan Luoxi said defiantly, "President Li, this is my project proposal. Please spare a few minutes to look it over. If you don't want to read it, I can also give you an oral report."
