But none of this could cleanse the fact from her heart that she was moved by this man...
...
However, as her voice faded, the man did not respond for a long while.
She turned her head in confusion, only to realize that at some point, the man had lain his entire heavy body on top of her, burying his face into the crook of her neck, and had fallen into a drunken sleep...
Even his breath was full of the scent of red wine.
She glanced at the pile of wine bottles on the coffee table, noting that he had drunk so much, it was impressive that he managed to stay awake until now.
Su Xingyue sighed helplessly and muttered softly to herself.
"If you didn't hear, never mind, pretend I didn't say anything."
...
Morning.
Nan Yuling awoke with a splitting headache.
The first thing he did upon waking was to instinctively tighten his arms.
But the empty feeling in his embrace made his body stiffen.