The drums gradually stopped, and a soft female voice and the sound of a lute echoed.
The fruit wine had a strong aftereffect. The tipsy feeling Yue Jiaojiao had gradually reached her head, but her expression was still filled with excitement. She didn't know when she had already nestled herself in Zhao Zhan's arms.
Zhao Zhan's breath was filled with her scent.
His hands clasped her waist and he pressed her into his arms.
Yue Jiaojiao cried out in surprise. Zhao Zhan swept his gaze around, his back facing the main hall. He could not help but press Yue Jiaojiao firmly into his arms and lean forward to kiss her.
He had a broad back, and it blocked Yue Jiaojiao from others' view.
The candlelight was dim and the veil was light, so others could not see the situation in the corner.
This was the first time Zhao Zhan had acted so impetuously in front of so many people.
