Shi Nuan's long eyelashes fluttered, then she gently opened her eyes.
Her dark, luminous eyes met the man's inscrutable gaze.
The dim light in the room cast a softer, more enchanting glow on the woman in bed.
Song Yansheng's Adam's apple bobbed, unable to resist lowering his head and kissing her lips.
Shi Nuan did not refuse, only kept her eyes steadily on Song Yansheng.
Her delicate lips moved, asking, "Second Uncle, why did you kiss me?"
You don't love me, so why did you kiss me?
You can never love me, so why would you kiss me?
Shi Nuan indeed wasn't drunk, but that didn't mean she wasn't tipsy!
The wine tonight was different; she could feel it!
Song Yansheng gazed at her, his eyes profound and calm, he said, "You are my wife, I am your husband, shouldn't I kiss you?"
Shi Nuan's eyes were flickering, but the light in her eyes instantly dimmed considerably.
Song Yansheng didn't notice this dimness, he just asked her, "And you? Why did you let me kiss you?"
