"Mmm..."
Qiao Mo hesitated a bit, but before she could speak, Fu Nancheng already wrapped his arm around her waist and led her towards the stairs.
As they went on, Qiao Mo almost leaned entirely against Fu Nancheng; fortunately, he kept holding her, giving her a sense of security.
After dragging the slightly drunk Qiao Mo to the bedroom, the door closed with a 'bang' by Fu Nancheng.
Qiao Mo leaned against the door panel, and before she could react, her lips were met with a soft kiss—his kiss came down in full force, mixed with a faint scent of alcohol, intense and impatient.
"Mmm... aren't you going downstairs..."
Qiao Mo tried to push away his handsome face: "There are still guests downstairs."
But he had no mind to care about others; the room was filled with flowers and balloons, crimson bedding, and wedding photos creating an enchanting atmosphere, with only her figure remaining in his eyes.
