Shen Nianzu's breath caught in his throat.
From the bedroom, the song continued to play in the background; a soft yet haunting melody filled with hope, nostalgia and melancholy.
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?
Jin Jiuchi's thumb gently brushed away the droplets of soda clinging to Shen Nianzu's lips before bringing it to his own mouth, his tongue darting out briefly to lick it away. As if that provocative move was not enough, he added, "It's sweeter than mine. How can Nian'er be so sweet?"
