Kiss
After Shen Wuxiao got drunk, it was as if he had opened a floodgate.
He kept talking, talking, talking.
He simply talked to himself, not caring whether Catherine could understand him.
Though in that long string of words, there were some things she could not understand.
For example, he would suddenly say, "I met an old granny in Sydney. She was very kind to me. I miss Sydney Granny!"
Then he said that he liked the Cao family from Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
He liked the connected string of Cao Cao, Cao Pi, Cao Zhen, Cao Shuang, and Cao Ang!
He also complained about those obsessive fans, those dead perverts, all like zombies who only dared hide in dark places, avoiding the sun.
She hated those obsessive fans too. They were like lunatics.
But Shen Wuxiao suddenly said something about how, instead of spending their time fantasizing, those people might as well go sell loquats!
The way he spoke was so strange.
After listening to him, Catherine had only understood a few sentences.
One of them was what he was saying now.
"Wife, give me a kiss!"
Catherine was completely dazed.
Good and well, why did he suddenly want her to kiss him?
Yet Shen Wuxiao's gaze remained fixed on her, never shifting away.
Catherine felt conflicted too.
Earlier, in a moment of heated impulse, she had kissed Shen Wuxiao—she had even given him a French kiss.
She had been the one to stick out her tongue first.
In truth, she had not. That was only what she believed.
Now that he wanted her to kiss him again, it should not be such a big deal, right?
Of course, unless necessary, Catherine refused.
If this kept developing, would she be sleeping with him tomorrow?
"You're drunk. Get some