"Qiu Chi, you two were secretly playing around behind my back!" Yan Qing held a cup of wine and fed it to Yu Qiu Chi's mouth: "Punishment wine, punishment wine!"

Yu Qiuchi was startled by the sudden appearance of a glass of wine in front of her, spilling the wine all over herself. Jiang Chenzhou stopped Yan Qing's outstretched arm and helped Yu Qiuchi wipe the wine off her collarbone.

Yu Qiuchi's face was slightly flushed from the alcohol, but his eyes were clear. The itching from his collarbone made him a little uncomfortable. He gently pushed away Jiang Chenzhou's hand that was wiping the alcohol off him, feeling the wind blowing into his collar: "Let the wind dry it."

After saying that, he looked up and met Yan Qing's somewhat aggrieved expression. Yu Qiuchi sighed, took the white porcelain wine cup, tilted his head back and drank the remaining wine. He turned the cup upside down to indicate that it was empty, and said lazily, "Bottoms up."

Jiang Chenzhou gently rubbed his fingers against the soft handkerchief, the slightly damp touch still retaining Yu Qiuchi's body temperature. Jiang Chenzhou watched the wind blowing through the grass and the moonlight like silk as Yu Qiuchi tilted her head back and drank. He felt that if he weren't live-streaming at this moment, and not in front of this person, he would have greedily inhaled the fragrance of the moon on the handkerchief.

Yan Qing seemed to be drunk, her eyes glazed as she leaned towards Yu Qiuchi: "Qiuchi, I like you so much!"

He seemed to be taking advantage of his drunkenness, sniffing the scent of Yu Qiuchi's neck like a puppy. His eyes were moist, tears welling up and quickly soaking Yu Qiuchi's collar. He mumbled, "Why, sob...why..."

"Why isn't that hydrangea red? I wanted a red one..."

Seeing Yan Qing crying so heartbrokenly, Yu Qiuchi couldn't bear it and patted Yan Qing's head to comfort her, saying, "Why do you want the red one? That one looks good too!"

Yan Qing was not comforted at all; he cried even harder, clinging to Yu Qiuchi's arm. Jiang Chenzhou frowned, wanting to pull him off: "Because on TV, the embroidered ball used for choosing a husband is always red, boohoo, Qiuchi, I wanted to give you a red one..."

The air was still.

[...This is the first time I've realized that our beloved Yu Feng has such big ambitions.]

[He was crying so hard, ahhh, why couldn't he take all seven men into his tent at the same time?]

[Mr. Mo, stop drinking! Your wife's about to run away!]

[Junxiao is indeed the oldest; he's got a real knack for getting people drunk.]

[Mr. Mo, you can really drink! You're not even drunk!]

Yu Qiuchi didn't know what to say. He thought for a moment and tried to pull Yan Qing off him first. She was too heavy and making him uncomfortable: "It's okay. I like this color of hydrangea too."

But Yan Qing, drunk and unreasonable, started crying with a pout: "It's different, it's different..."

Yan Qing's fingers may have accidentally snagged Yu Qiuchi's clothes, and the row of buttons on the shoulder of his shirt was pulled open, exposing Yu Qiuchi's rounded shoulders to the starlight and moonlight. Mo Weiyun immediately broke away from the group of five and took a few steps, draping a shawl over Yu Qiuchi's shoulders from behind and putting her arms around him.

“Baby, this outfit is too unladylike.” He knelt on one knee behind Yu Qiuchi, his hand encircling Yu Qiuchi’s slender neck to tie the strap. His voice was a little hoarse from drinking, and his breath on Yu Qiuchi’s ear made him blush.

The scene just now made the person behind me gasp for breath. It was so beautiful. Even just a glimpse of her back was incredibly alluring. Her black shirt was half-undone, almost down to her waist, revealing her fair back. Her silver hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, and a thin layer of pink quickly rose on her shoulders because of the strong wind. Her waist swayed slightly in the moonlight, making it seem as if you could wrap your arms around it.

The comments paused for a second, then exploded instantly, filling the screen with "Ahhh!"

[Don't hog the screen, you're interfering with my enjoyment of my wife's stunning beauty.]

[Aaaaaaah, I'm getting a nosebleed!]

[Has anyone taken a screenshot? Has anyone taken a screenshot?]

[Yes, raise your hand! Me! Me! Me! Look at my profile!]

May good people live a long and peaceful life!

[Doesn't anyone find the scene of CEO Mo holding his wife in his arms erotic?]

[I thought I was the only one who got it!]

Yu Qiuchi was held captive in Mo Weiyun's arms, her body covered by a black cloak, with only her head visible.

Because Mo Weiyun was holding him a little tight, he raised his head slightly, panting, his pink lips parted slightly, exhaling hot breath tinged with alcohol.

"It's too tight..." He patted Mo Weiyun's hand, signaling him to loosen it a bit: "I can't breathe..."

Mo Weiyun looked down at Yu Qiuchi's dazed eyes, which were slightly glazed from suffocation, and felt a surge of anger. He picked her up from the grass in a harsh voice and said coldly, "What are you panting for!"

"Yu Xiaochi, you're a married man! Hold on to some male virtues."

He straightened Yu Qiuchi's collar, glanced at Yan Qing and Jiang Chenzhou who were still somewhat dazed on the ground, snorted, and pulled Yu Qiuchi away from the camera's view.

The dazed Yan Qing: What a beauty!

Jiang Chenzhou, who was innocently implicated and dragged into the mess, was speechless.

[Has anyone noticed that outfit?]

[It's so erotic! Those buttons look like they could open with the slightest touch!]

[I found it! It's a very niche brand, here's the link!]

[They have even more erotic styles! And pants with lace waistbands!]

[Surfing, officially claimed by the store!]

[You guys are just watching the show, why are some people taking time out of their schedules to try and buy things! Damn it, they're sold out!]

The tent was larger than Yu Qiuchi had imagined; it was a deluxe version. The liquor from earlier was quite strong, and he was feeling a bit tipsy.

The cool breeze outside kept me awake, but once inside the tent, the cool air was shut out, leaving only the heat.

Especially since Mo Weiyu's hand gripping her wrist was too hot.

After entering the tent, Mo Weiyun lowered the curtain and, after confirming that there were no cameras, unhesitatingly removed the cloak from Yu Qiuchi's body.

Yu Qiuchi's shoulder was thus exposed to the air, meeting Mo Weiyun's aggressive and possessive gaze, which made him feel ashamed.

He tried to pull up his shirt, but Mo Weiyun anticipated his move and grabbed his wrist. Yu Qiuchi's legs went weak as he was pulled back with some force, and he was forced to stand on tiptoe. Mo Weiyun was his only support.

Mo Weiyun's other hand traced circles on Yu Qiuchi's shoulder with her fingertips, igniting fires everywhere.

His... was stuck on Yu Qiuchi's... gently... touching.

"No..." Mo Weiyun was dressed neatly, but his clothes were half off... Shame... lingered around him, making his eyes wet, and he could hardly bear Mo Weiyun's...

"Don't want what?" Mo Weiyun had no intention of letting him go. He sniffed the fragrance on the beauty's neck like a wolf, and slowly...