"Why don't you want to go there again?"
After he got drunk, his voice became even more magnetic, each word making Wen Zhi's whole body tingle.
Wen Zhi deliberately didn't answer, and Shang Hexing leaned in closer.
At this moment, he lowered his head, his breath spraying on her forehead, then on her cheeks. Wen Zhi's heartbeat sped up, thumping loud enough for him to hear. He chuckled deeply, his rich, magnetic voice in her ear, "Why's your heart beating so fast?"
Wen Zhi held her breath, breathing shallowly, thinking this would steady her heartbeat. Obviously, she was too naive; how could one possibly control their heartbeat?
It was utterly chaotic.
"Wen Zhi..." Shang Hexing's lips had already approached the pale nape of her neck, his hot breath causing her to shrink back.
She whispered softly, "You're drunk."
Shang Hexing responded with a hum, "Mhm."
"You really are drunk," she said.
"I know," he said, "I also know what I want to do."
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