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"Don't drink too much." Tang Yue disdainfully stepped back, extremely repulsed by Xue Zhiyuan's strong smell of alcohol.
Xue Zhiyuan didn't care about that at all; with alcohol messing with his head, he felt the beauty before him was very familiar and very attractive—he liked beauties.
"You're really pretty, and smell nice." Xue Zhiyuan leaned in, just when Tang Yue hadn't yet managed to get rid of him, Lian Qingzhi rushed forward and shoved Xue Zhiyuan aside, saying, "Xue Zhiyuan, is something wrong with your brain?"
"Sister Xiao Yue, are you okay?"
Lian Qingzhi looked at Tang Yue worriedly; honestly, Xue Zhiyuan had lost it—wasn't Tang Yue the cousin of Lian Qingxuan? He had seen her a few times before.
"I'm fine." Tang Yue said reluctantly, "Call Sister Xuan here."
