The autumn night's breeze can intoxicate as well as sober.
Ji Sang actually sobered up for a moment when Fu Yisi took the wine glass from her hand.
Moonlight poured down, shining on Fu Yisi's slightly damp hair. When she met his deep gaze that could drown a person in, she unconsciously raised her hands to wrap around his neck.
Later, when Fu Yisi wrapped his arms around her waist and changed their positions, she couldn't tell whether she was drunk or sober, her gaze suddenly drawn to a few drops of red wine on his jawline.
The bottle of red wine she had brought up today tasted good.
So, with a light buzz of alcohol, she boldly kissed him.
Fu Yisi seemed stunned, not reacting for a long time, even calling his own name in a questioning tone.
She didn't know what she was expecting, only feeling excited and restraining herself, kissing him slightly awkwardly. One kiss after another, her hands trembling on the man's chest, her heart also trembling.
