At the moment, Lu Nanchen was in a pitiful state. His sweater was all wrinkled from embrace and movements with Yu Ting. On the back of his cold and pale neck, there was a particularly noticeable bite mark that even his black short hair couldn't hide.
This made him appear even more provocative.
A moderate taste stopped and after kissing for two or three minutes, Lu Nanchen's head was buried next to Yu Ting's neck. His nostrils were filled with the scent of her body and alcohol.
On the surface, it was calm, but his heart pounded like a drum.
He thought to himself, no matter what, he would never divorce.
He did not know how long he held this posture. Just as Lu Nanchen wanted to indulge himself further, to press a kiss against her neck, Yu Ting, whose eyes were tightly shut, suddenly moved. This alarmed Lu Nanchen. He slowly lifted his body and saw a more intoxicated Yu Ting in a state of semi-consciousness. He then leaned her sideways.
"Blech."
