Shi Nuan was kissed by Song Yansheng for a long time, until her lips and tongue went numb, and only then did he slowly let her go.
At that moment, Shi Nuan's face was flushed, her eyes were misty, her slightly swollen lips glistened faintly, their color tender.
She didn't lift her head to look at Song Yansheng, but Song Yansheng's gaze never left her.
He had a smile at the corner of his mouth, seemingly in a good mood, as his warm voice swept past Shi Nuan's ear.
He said, "Nuannuan seems to be getting more used to being close to me... in this way, there's no need to feel afraid for the wedding night in a few days, right!"
Shi Nuan's eyes trembled, she instinctively lifted her gaze, just as she met Song Yansheng's eyes, Aunt Hui's voice came from outside the door.
Aunt Hui said, "Sir, dinner is ready!"
Shi Nuan instinctively felt that the reason Aunt Hui had come now was not a coincidence.
