Just a small sip of wine had painted a faint blush onto her pale face. Her eyes clear as water, radiant like peach blossoms, her beauty was indescribable...
The look in Beiming Han's eyes became even deeper. He suddenly missed the sight of her when she was drunk...
Bold and rebellious, like a kitten showing its claws, it scratched his heart...
After Beiming Han poured himself a drink, he poured her a little more. The two didn't say anything, occasionally making eye contact. Gu Qingxin had unknowingly consumed two or three drinks, her long eyelashes blinking softly, her gaze even more blurred.
The atmosphere was ambiguous...
The odd combination of red wine and hand-rolled noodles marked the end of the meal.
When Gu Qingxin got up, her steps were unsteady, making her almost trip...
Beiming Han immediately got up, walked over, and picked her up, swiftly heading towards the bedroom...
Beiming Han placed her on the bed...
