"Is it sour?" Fu Jichen's voice was low, his gaze a bit hazy, as if he was also drunk. He had clearly only had a glass of red wine, and he had knocked over the second glass.
"Taste it yourself." Shen Jianian grabbed a slice of lemon from the cutting board and pretended to stuff it into Fu Jichen's mouth.
Fu Jichen tilted his neck back, a smile on his face, his expression politely declining.
While she wasn't paying attention, he grabbed her wrist, lowered his head, and kissed her lips, tasting thoroughly. In this moment, he really couldn't control himself, had to cross the line.
Shen Jianian's hand trembled, and the slice of lemon fell to the floor.
Surrounded by the scent of oranges, lemons, apples, and various spices, their lips and tongues intertwined, but all they could taste was sweetness.
