Prepare for a short trip.
Qin Yiren played with the exquisite ticket, recalling the secretive underground romance during her college years, occasionally exchanging smiles with Bo Jinghang, with flickers of candlelight in their eyes.
The atmosphere was overwhelmingly romantic, and she unconsciously had a few drinks.
Putting down the empty wine glass again, Qin Yiren, unable to handle her liquor, had cheeks that were particularly alluring and eyes that were hazy with physiological tears, she painfully supported her dizzy forehead, "Jingxing, I'm tired..."
Bo Jinghang looked at her with a smile in his eyes, his sexy Adam's apple moving slightly, the long-suppressed impulse in his heart like a beast about to burst out of its cage, clamoring to savor his unaware beloved right before him.
Of course, a few glasses of wine were not enough to get him drunk.
But even if the wine doesn't intoxicate, people get drunk on their own.
"Xiaoqian..."
