It took a while before Shen Cheng tiptoed to whisper into Shi Yu's ear, "Husband, your possessiveness seems to be getting stronger."
Upon hearing her, Shi Yu wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
He sipped the alcohol in his glass intermittently and then lowered his voice: "You don't like it?"
Shen Cheng clearly felt the danger emanating from the man beside her and wrapped her arms gently around his neck, continuing to whisper in his ear: "I like it."
She meant it; she felt very secure with him by her side.
Shi Yu looked down at her, his lips forming a smiling curve.
People milled about at the wine tasting, with the fragrance of wine filling the air, tempting Shen Cheng to sniff the aromas.
She had always had a soft spot for white alcohol rather than the red wine that most people preferred, and she was good at both drinking and tasting alcohol.
However, ever since getting pregnant, naturally, she couldn't touch alcohol anymore.
