The scent of alcohol on the Emperor had not yet faded, and though faint, it was difficult to ignore. However, it was not unpleasant at all. In fact, his unique mature charm, when combined with the scent of alcohol, created an irresistible allure.
Lu Liangwei could not tell if she was feeling dizzy from the scent of alcohol on his body or because of his increasingly refined kissing skills.
She gazed at the man in front of her as if in a trance, allowing him to have his way with her.
After a while, she heard him mutter in a husky voice, "Your brother will be back soon."
Lu Liangwei gasped softly and was about to say something when she felt the cool air hit her body. Before she could come to her senses, the man's urgent and hot breath was already on her ear.
"Weiwei, happy birthday!" His voice was tender but carried a hint of restraint.
"Mmm…" Muffled sounds escaped Lu Liangwei's lips.
