"Alright... I'll keep my word. But just for tonight, tonight we've both been drinking, not knowing anything."
After finding a reason to convince himself, Sun Zhe ultimately abandoned his mental struggle and let go, relaxing his entire mind and body as he lazily leaned back on the sofa, allowing Xia Shiqing to take the lead.
Xia Shiqing looked up at him, a smile appearing on her face, "You little rascal, you're really bold, I'm your aunt."
Sun Zhe chuckled, "Aren't you bold too? Daring to mess with your own nephew."
Xia Shiqing said no more, slowly lowering her head.
The face that could make men in the world go mad with its nation-toppling beauty willingly buried itself in that curly, lush ugliness.
Sun Zhe reached down to hold her delicate head, occasionally threading his fingers through her fragrant, soft hair, sometimes pinching her earlobe gently with his thumb.
Lyrics slowly scrolled across the large screen in front.
