His face was suddenly very close to hers.
His breath sprayed onto her delicate, tender skin.
Ming Yao felt a tickle on her skin, furrowing her brows even deeper, her butterfly-wing-like long lashes trembling gently as she looked up at the man so close at hand.
Her mind was still in a haze, unable to discern reality from dreams.
"Gu Siting, why haven't you left?"
The man's lips were pressed into a tight line, and if it were any other time, he really wouldn't bother to say an extra word to a drunkard.
But at this moment, looking at her rippling, beautiful eyes and flushed cheeks, he couldn't help but respond, "I fed you some honey water."
He propped her up, letting her lean halfway against him, and fed her a few more sips.
Ming Yao stared blankly at the man before her, thinking this must be a dream!
Since their divorce, he had rarely been gentle with her.
If they met, he was either cold as ice or mocking and ridiculing—
