Lights and shadows flickered. The air was thick with the scent of wine.
Jiang Youchen lowered his head, his lips pressed into a thin line.
The distant chatter and pleasantries of the crowd blurred into a dull hum. The only thing that felt real was the warmth in his arms.
The corners of the girl's eyes were flushed a deep, drunken red. Her glistening eyes narrowed slightly, her pupils reflecting his image.
"Why are you dodging me..."
Her slender arms wrapped around his neck. She tilted her face up, her rosy lips slightly parted as she sloppily nuzzled his chin and the corner of his mouth, leaving a messy trail of crimson lipstick.
The young man's Adam's apple bobbed. He leaned back against the sofa, but made no move to stop her.
A sweet fragrance wafted through the air. The young man tilted his head back, his jawline tense. But then, a soft laugh rang out with perfect clarity, as if she had seen right through his forced composure.
