The Viscount Zhou's fingers stroked Aurelia's delicate little face. The moment his fingertips made contact, he was startled by his own action, staring blankly, taking a while to realize what he was doing.
Could it be that he was also drunk?
His alcohol tolerance wasn't that bad; just two drinks might have made him slightly tipsy, but definitely not to the point of being mentally foggy. He was clearer now than ever—he was sober.
Then what was he doing now?
The Viscount Zhou touched his left chest, feeling his heart pounding wildly, his cheeks burning. He looked up to see his reflection in the mirror, his face flushed not with drunkenness, but with an inexplicable fascination.
The Viscount Zhou was dumbfounded.
He was not only surprised by his own actions just now but also by the image in the mirror, so startled that it took him quite a while to recover.
