"Nian Nian, I promise I will never drink so much again like tonight. From now on, I will quit drinking!"
Bo Sishen held her body close, his voice low and hoarse as he made his promise.
"Really?" Mu Shini furrowed her brows slightly, asking softly, with a hint of disbelief in her tone.
Most men smoked and drank, and Bo Sishen did both—drinking and smoking.
"Really! Don't leave me, don't easily leave, Nian Nian..." Bo Sishen felt his heart melt into a puddle of water by her gentle question just now; the original painful headache disappeared in an instant.
He suddenly raised his hand, cupped her warm little face, lifted it slightly, and stared deeply into her eyes, as if looking at a precious treasure in this world. Her starry eyes were filled with brilliance that made his heart flutter, and his heart was instantly filled with sweetness.
He couldn't help but lower his head and kissed her lips.
But when he kissed, their lips just brushed past each other.
