Zhan Hanjue watched as Ye Ningwan came closer and closer, her slightly pouting red lips glistening with a moist sheen, like a luscious cherry, tempting to swallow in one bite. Unconsciously, his throat itched and his body heated up.
Ye Ningwan leaned in closer, almost about to kiss him.
Zhan Hanjue couldn't help but close his eyes, waiting for that gentle touch.
However…
With a "thud," a head bumped into his chest.
Zhan Hanjue opened his eyes to see Ye Ningwan had fallen asleep, nestled in his arms.
He let out a bitter laugh and couldn't help but shake his head.
He quickly pushed her head aside and looked at her face carefully. Only from this close could he see her features clearly.
She resembled how she looked as a child… but also quite different.
"Young master, the Young Madam…"
"She's drunk. Have someone make a bowl of hangover soup and bring it over."
Zhan Hanjue carried Ye Ningwan back to the room and encountered Housekeeper Wu on the way.
