Zhang Feng turned his head with a slightly stiff expression.
He found that the owner of the small hand was Mu Qianqian, who was half leaning on the sofa. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were somewhat wandering, clearly showing the effect of the alcohol.
The gaze, enhanced by the alcohol, was filled with intoxication and fascination, with an enticing charm hidden within.
This was further complemented by her light blue dress and her straight, slender legs slightly apart.
"Gulp~"
Even Zhang Feng couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Zhang Feng had also drunk a lot.
Moreover, since it was his first time experiencing the joy of feasting and chatting with friends, he didn't use his cultivation to dispel the alcohol in his system.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Feng immediately felt a rush of impure thoughts surge into his mind.
"Mm~"
Fortunately.
The five-year-old Mu Xue'Er in his arms let out an adorable murmur, instantly clearing Zhang Feng's mind!
