Song Wei shielded Wen Wan from quite a bit of alcohol. Even with his good tolerance, he was more than half-drunk, and Wen Wan had to help him back.
As they entered the new room, Song Wei collapsed onto the wedding bed.
Wen Wan went to the kitchen to get some warm water. Squatting down, she placed the towel into the wooden basin to soak it, and as if sensing something, she lifted her head to meet Song Wei's deep, black eyes.
He had already sat up without her noticing, and was watching her.
No matter how calm the gaze, the man had still been drinking, and his pupils were tinged with a layer of intoxication, causing one to feel dazed.
"Tonight is our wedding night. Wanwan, are you afraid?"
As Wen Wan sat up to wipe Song Wei's face, his distinctively jointed hand naturally grasped her slender wrist, his breath carrying a hint of alcohol.
