"Mmm..." She let out a soft, unconscious hum. Her body swayed slightly, and the drunkenness made her gaze even more hazy, as if veiled by a layer of mist.
Hua Han immediately reached out to steady her, pulling her soft body into his arms.
The warm, soft, fragrant woman in his arms, carrying the alluring scent of wine, made his Adam's apple bob unconsciously. His voice grew low and husky. "Wanwan... are you drunk?"
He asked, already knowing the answer. Deep in his eyes, however, was a complex struggle at odds with the intimate atmosphere of the moment.
Bai Wanwan leaned lazily against him, entrusting her full weight to his embrace. She just gave a mumbled "Mmm." Her warm breath, carrying the cloying scent of wine, brushed against Hua Han's neck like a feather's gentle caress, sending a faint shiver through him.
Hua Han's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly forced the feeling down.
