Lu Huai'an carried the seemingly asleep Lin Chu into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. Just as he was about to straighten up, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He was caught off guard.
Lu Huai'an's head was pulled down, leaving only a paper-thin distance between their faces. If he had reacted a moment slower, their lips would have touched.
The unique fragrance of a young girl, mixed with the rich aroma of red wine, transformed into the most primitive temptation under these circumstances.
Her tear-dampened eyelashes clung together, her eyes misty and blurred, cheeks flushed, breathing slightly heavy, lips slightly parted, her body warm and soft...
Lu Huai'an hadn't drunk any wine, but it seemed he was the one intoxicated.
The tangled memories of that sleepless night suddenly flooded his mind.
Under the guise of alcohol and drugs, he recalled the reckless abandon, her cries, her whispers of 'I'm sorry'...
