The aftereffects of the vintage red wine were fierce and strong. Ye Xian got up holding her wine glass, staggered, and fell onto the quilt along with the wine.
The wine stained the duvet red, and though her body was drunk to the point of being a puddle of mud, her mind was exceptionally clear. She sharply recalled the fragmented pieces from long, long ago...
A group of people was playing games in the audiovisual room; they were all familiar faces to her: Shangguan Yunli, the captain, Jiang Wanze, Cary, Luo Yuwei, Xiao Lu, and the man sitting opposite her... the CEO.
She vaguely sensed that she might have been drunk, afraid her true self would be discovered. Yet looking at the man with the handsome, distinguished face, whose eyes were full of her, she inexplicably felt at ease. A voice from the depths of her heart told her that no matter how much trouble she caused, he would tolerate and protect her.
