"How could it sound sour to you, Zhaozhao? Everything I said came from the heart. I thought after you understood, you'd feel your heart soften, Zhaozhao," he stared into her eyes, then lowered his head, seemingly about to kiss her.
But just when his lips were less than half an inch from hers, he suddenly stopped.
He gazed quietly into Wen Zhaozhao's eyes, breath burning hot, "I miss you so much, Zhaozhao, I miss you so much…"
These words were actually a hint.
Wen Zhaozhao heard them, and her breathing became rapid, her chest rising and falling with each quick breath, rubbing against Shi Annuo's body.
Shi Annuo's eyes darkened and his breathing also became rapid. His hand on her soft waist began to stir with desire.
But he really had drunk too much, and his body was extremely uncomfortable at the moment.
He had been forcing himself to stay upright until now. Although he had the desire, his body was close to collapsing, strong in spirit but weak in flesh.
