Do you mind this?
Han Luoli's drunken, blurry pupils gradually focused as he lifted his head and frowned at the brightly lit sky outside the glass window. Even through the glass, it was obvious that the day's weather wasn't good, gloomy and overcast.
So gloomy it made his heart feel ice-cold.
Seeing him silent, Shen Minghan's brows wrinkled tightly, his clean fingers bringing a cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply.
He seldom smoked.
"Luoli, don't evade the question. Tell me seriously."
A cold light flashed in Han Luoli's eyes, making his features appear even more grim and stern, "Heh..."
The man gave a light laugh.
Shen Minghan's frown deepened.
Han Luoli then exhaled a breath lightly laced with alcohol, and it was the only sign that he was drunk.
Han Luoli could hold his liquor, but ever since that incident, he had completely stopped drinking.
His voice deep and profound as he uttered, "How could I mind a woman who's merged into my bones and blood?"
