Gu Yelin's dark eyes flickered as he asked in a soft voice, "What's making you nervous?"
Perhaps An Yiqing had drunk too quickly, for the alcohol went straight to her head, and without thinking, she blurted out every thought in her heart.
"Nervous... nervous about tonight, ah. We're engaged now, we need to do... shy things... um... That's what the medical books say..."
In an instant, Gu Yelin felt a headache coming on, as a large bead of sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
Was his darling really getting herself this drunk over such an issue?
At this moment, Gu Yelin was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, feeling utterly helpless towards the little seductress in his arms, who was busily drawing circles on his chest with her little hand.
