"I'm glad you're not upset."
Pei Yu gently kissed her nose, lowering his voice, imbued with a hint of ambiguity, "Didn't you say I'm your rock? I have to do something to earn that title."
That had all been drunken babble, and his serious way of bringing it up made Shen Zhiyi both embarrassed and flustered, slightly turning her face to dodge his kiss, "I didn't say that,"
someone else had.
And though he had admitted it then, she seemed to have denied it.
"It doesn't matter," his sparse gaze fell on her radiant, beautiful neck, there was a slight itch at his teeth as Pei Yu said indifferently, "because I truly am."
He wasn't a patient man; no sooner had he spoken than he kissed her. Shen Zhiyi couldn't escape, her entire being enveloped tightly by the warm agarwood scent exuding from his body, with only the sound of her own slightly hurried breathing and the chatter of men inside aside from that.
