She sniffed his neck: "Have you been drinking?"

Their breaths mingled, and their heartbeats were both a little fast.

Chen Yifei's throat was a little dry: "I drank a little, but not much. I had a little when toasting during the awards ceremony, but I was still very sober."

"May I try some?"

He Runqing looked at him with some longing.

Chen Yifei didn't know what to say, so he quickly said, "Then I'll go find some wine."

He turned around in a bit of an awkward situation, but little did he know that He Runqing didn't give him a chance to escape at all.

Perhaps because the two were standing too close, and Chen Yifei was turning around with considerable force, he was somewhat reckless.

He Runqing's bath towel fell to the ground.

"..."

Tick-tock

Tick-tock.

Water droplets rolled down his body.

Chen Yifei stood there stunned. When he turned around to help, He Runqing's soft lips landed on his lips.

It's so soft, and it tastes like something I haven't had in a long time.

It was even the flavor he had always wanted.

Chen Yifei's hands, veins bulging, were inserted into her hair, the strands wrapping around it.

Not just the hair parting, but also the body and the entanglement of breath.

The area around them unconsciously began to feel warmer, because with her by their side, everything felt different.

Just as Chen Yifei was getting emotional, He Runqing abruptly stopped.

He then smiled and shook his head: "I don't know what kind of wine it is."

"I can't really taste it."

"However, Comrade Chen Yifei, I am very, very happy today. As you know, he gave me flowers."