"You will sleep with me." Dongfang Wuya circled Shen Qinghe's waist and collapsed onto the wedding bed, his breath heavy with alcohol on the back of her neck, "We are married now, you are my bride."
Shen Qinghe didn't know the extent of Dongfang Wuya's drunkenness and she wasn't sure if he would remember what happened tonight when he woke up in the morning.
If she were to push him off the bed, she wondered if he'd hold a grudge when he remembered tomorrow...
"You smell nice." Dongfang Wuya spoke clearly, his tongue not slurring at all.
If Shen Qinghe didn't know Dongfang Wuya better, she might suspect that he was feigning drunkenness to take liberties with her. But she knew that he wasn't that kind of person. When sober, he was terribly afraid that she might take advantage of him, so why would he take the opportunity to grope her while drunk?
It could only be said that the drunken Mr. Wuya was a far cry from his usual noble and cold demeanor.
