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Weiyan was surprised. He staggered in front of him and almost fell down. Weiyan hurried to support him.

But the acrid smell of his wine made her frown.

"Oh my god, Lu Yicheng, how much did you drink?"

His consciousness was no longer clear. His head was against her shoulder in a daze. Regardless of Weiyan's petite figure, Lu Yicheng was tall. With him leaning on her