The room's lighting was dim and reddish, casting an intensely suggestive glow over Han Ziqing.
Chen Jiashu swallowed, his heart stirring slightly.
A handsome man really could lead one astray!
But...
Han Ziqing had drunk so much today. Would that affect anything?
They said that when men got drunk... they couldn't perform.
Chen Jiashu reined himself in a little, his gaze unconsciously dropping as he tactfully asked, "You drank so much. Can you... do it?"
Han Ziqing, who had been seducing Chen Jiashu over, stiffened slightly, and the upturned corners of his lips immediately fell.
His peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly as he said unhappily, "Are you doubting me?"
"No, no, no!" Chen Jiashu hurriedly denied it. Han Ziqing was far too sensitive about this subject right now, so he quickly explained, "I just thought that since you drank so much, we could get some proper rest now."
Han Ziqing was displeased. Supporting himself with one hand, he stepped forward and directly carried Chen Jiashu onto the bed.
He walked steadily, without the slightest sign of being drunk.
He pinned Chen Jiashu to the bed, his peach-blossom eyes filled with grievance. "We just had our wedding, and you're already starting to dislike me. Jiashu, you're being so cruel."
Chen Jiashu: "..."
Why was this man acting cute now?
"I didn't..." Chen Jiashu tried to explain.
Han Ziqing simply stared straight at him. "If you didn't, then let me kiss you once."
Chen Jiashu was helpless. Why was this man like a child? He agreed, "Fine. Kiss me."
Seeing Chen Jiashu agree, Han Ziqing did not hold back at all. His lips pressed down directly.
The kiss was tender and deeply affectionate.
When had this man become so good at kissing?!
As they kissed, Han Ziqing's hands began to wander, moving down