"Just what … Stop... What Are...You...Doing.." The entanglement of their kisses blurred Jiang Ruolan's words.
Xian Zihao did not answer, but released his hand from Jiang Ruolan's waist and slammed the door shut.
Immediately darkness enveloped them both. Jiang Ruolan could only catch a glimpse of the pitch-black light in his eyes, and the sweet scent of alcohol that permeated the air between their lips.
Was she drunk too? Was she drunk from just a single glass of white wine?
Otherwise, why did she bring him back to her house so foolishly?
Jiang Ruolan was no longer an ignorant child. She should have known that if she gave their marriage a chance, she might not be able to escape. Although Xian Zihao was rational and respected her wishes, but once she lost her determination, he would definitely not let her back down.
Was she really letting her guard down, or was it just the alcohol?
