At the evening banquet, and the little gathering later, Gu Ziyou drank a bit.
Not drunk, just a little tipsy, her steps wobbly in high heels.
A few steps forward, and there was a sudden tightness around her waist.
"Why are you wobbling?"
Shen Lingfeng held her, looking at her nearly twisting her ankle.
"Shen Lingfeng, I'm feeling a bit dizzy." She raised her head, a thin blush spreading over her delicate face.
Shen Lingfeng said nothing more, simply picked her up horizontally and headed to the room.
She closed her eyes, comfortably leaning against his chest.
This feeling is just great.
Yet, as soon as they entered the room, kisses flooded all over her.
The captured tongue tangled under his willful onslaught, their bodies tightly fused.
"Shen Lingfeng... don't..." Her voice carried a soft, tender hum, unclear with the murmurs.
Already tired today; another bout tonight and her brother and Nianjing would laugh at her tomorrow.
