"I'm not drunk, I just want to dance!"
"Don't go, let's dance another time, all right?" Chen Yao gently responded to her while forcefully holding her in his arms and dragging her outside.
Mo Ran struggled discontentedly, "No, I want to dance now! I want to go dance, let go of me!"
"Be good, listen to me, you're already drunk." The man's face was full of helplessness, and to anyone else, he looked like a man helplessly coaxing his drunk girlfriend.
Nobody knew that Mo Ran was completely being forced.
Having left the bar, Mo Ran felt bitter inside. Was Gu Yixuan doing this on purpose, not coming to her rescue? It had been so long; even by bicycle, he should have arrived by now.
There was no other way; she had to save herself.
She bit her lip hard to stay sober and started to struggle with all her might.
Chen Yao saw her resistance, tightened his grip on the arms holding her, and forcefully led her towards a sedan.