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"Boom!" Jiang Huan felt as if something in his mind had exploded. Lowering his gaze to the person in his arms, Gu Shengyin was still murmuring something, her lips reddened by the alcohol, opening and closing, but he could no longer hear a word she was saying.
Yielding to his own heart's desire, Jiang Huan bent down and captured her lips.
As sweet as he had imagined, the rich and intoxicating aroma of wine passed between Gu Shengyin's lips and teeth, and Jiang Huan himself became slightly intoxicated.
Reluctantly letting go of the person in his arms, Jiang Huan steadied his breathing, which had become disordered. He looked at the person who had gone soft and was not too conscious in his embrace and, ignoring the mess on the table, carried her back to the room.
He removed her shoes and socks for her, let down her hair, and gazed at her again. She was clearly just a girl delicately carved from jade—how had he been so blind before?