Fu Nian vaguely felt that Wen Ziyang was a bit different today.
But after thinking about it, it's just that Wen Ziyang has been suppressing his emotions for a long time.
And now he finally found an outlet.
?
Fu Nian lightly pressed her lips together, thinking that she herself had talked a bit more nonsense under the influence of alcohol today.
If it were any other day... in front of Wen Ziyang, she would definitely be cautious with her words and actions.
Fu Nian didn't dare to rashly struggle out of Wen Ziyang's embrace, fearing it would hurt the man's self-esteem. After hesitating for a moment, she forced a slight smile.
"Ziyang... I..."
Fu Nian felt a bit of a headache, unsure of what to say... or where to start.
Her eloquence in court was of no use in front of Wen Ziyang now.
"I..."
Wen Ziyang's deep gaze fell on Fu Nian, not missing any detail on her face.
"Do you love me, Xiaonian?"
Fu Nian: "..."
Fu Nian's heart sank.
Love or not...
