Ning Fan held Xu Ruolan and walked quickly into the bedroom.
The bed was covered with peach-colored bedding, and at the moment he put Xu Ruolan down, Ning Fan felt that the bright warm color also stained his heart.
As a man, shouldn't you at least make the best of the evening?
Xu Ruolan's face showed a slight blush of annoyance, making her look even more delicate.
"I say, Ning Fan, I've already poured the liqueur, you shouldn't waste my good intentions."
Xu Ruolan lowered her gaze, her fingers lightly rubbing the hem of her dress as if avoiding Ning Fan's burning eyes.
"I say, with a lone man and woman, it's easy to get carried away after drinking."
Ning Fan raised his hand, obviously unwilling to step away from Xu Ruolan.
"I'm... already yours, so what's to get carried away with?"
Upon hearing this, Ning Fan sprang up and dove into that peach-colored softness.
