In the taxi, Zhang Ziwen's heart remained restless for a long time. He looked at He Li in his arms, her arms circled around his waist, her beautiful mature face pressed against his chest, seemingly asleep. The intoxicating scent of her skin, mixed with the aroma of red wine, stirred his emotion. Was she really drunk? Because from their passionate kiss in the private room, he did not feel her being drunk. In that moment of surrender, he felt her heart, her obsession, her reluctance. Her lips were unwilling to part from him. Zhang Ziwen felt it, felt it all. And he himself was just as committed, pouring all his passion into it. He had a faint idea of wanting to keep kissing her like this, all the way till the end of time...