The last time Qin Yuenan had felt her cheeks burn with this kind of heart-fluttering excitement was that time at Sheshan.
That was when her relationship with Lin Shen had undergone a subtle change, gradually evolving from boss and subordinate to "friends" on good terms.
It was also then that she'd felt an inexplicable attraction toward a man for the first time.
She'd even had a rather vivid dream that night.
But this time, the torrent of heat surging in her chest was clearly even fiercer than it had been at Sheshan.
As his strong, masculine frame pressed against her, holding her tight, Qin Yuenan felt a slight wave of dizziness wash over her.
It was as if she were the one who was drunk, not Lin Shen!
His hot breath, laced with the scent of alcohol, ghosted across the side of her face, leaving her once-clear mind feeling muddled.
She enjoyed drinking, but she hated the reek of alcohol on people, including herself.
And yet, she didn't mind the smell of alcohol on Lin Shen.
