Chapter 93 You little heartless guy, did you hear my confession?

The champagne glowed amber in the moonlight. Yun Zheng tilted her head back and drank the liquid in the glass in one gulp.

As the cool bubbles passed through her throat, she heard Fu Linghe laughing, "Mrs. Fu, are you drinking champagne like plain water?"

"What do you care about me..." Yun Zheng glanced at him and reached out to grab the wine bottle again, but her fingertips were held by Fu Linghe.

The temperature of his palm was surprisingly hot, but his tone was still teasing, "This wine is more potent than you think..."

Before he could finish his words, Yun Zheng threw herself into his arms.

It's over, it's too late, I'm already drunk!

The girl's fruity lips brushed against his earlobe, her warm breath mixed with a slightly tipsy sweetness. "Mr. Fu, are you afraid I might get drunk and have sex?"

She deliberately dragged out the last word, her fingertips rubbing circles on his chest. "Your heart is beating so fast."

Fu Linghe's Adam's apple rolled heavily, and the veins on the back of his hand that was pinching her waist bulged.

Yun Zheng suddenly whimpered, tears shattering into stardust on his collarbone. "Is it my fault? Why don't any of you want me?"

She grabbed his shirt buttons with the same force as a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood. "Fu Linghe... I don't even have a home now."

"This is your home." Fu Linghe suddenly held the back of her neck and kissed her, tasting salty tears between his lips and teeth, "My chest is your roof, and my heartbeat is the doorbell—"

He held her lower lip in his mouth and bit it gently. "As long as you knock, I will always answer the door."

Yun Zheng suddenly turned over and sat astride his legs. The pearl hairpin fell off at some point, and her curly hair scattered like a galaxy.

She held Fu Linghe's face in her hands and counted with drunken eyes, "One Fu Linghe... Two Fu Linghe... How come there are three..."

Yun Zheng tapped his nose with her fingertips and smirked, "Which one is real?"

Without waiting for an answer, she suddenly bit his Adam's apple which was rolling up and down.

Fu Linghe groaned and grabbed the back of her head, taking the initiative in the deep kiss, which was filled with the care and love he had endured for eight years.

Yun Zheng's pearl earrings got caught on his tie, and in the struggle, she tore his shirt open...

"Fu Linghe, do you love me?" Yun Zheng suddenly propped herself up, the moonlight flowing into the shadows along her messy clothes, and there was expectation in her misty eyes.

Fu Linghe held her wrist and pressed it against his heart. "Every beat here says I love you."

He turned over and sat up, trapping her under him, his hands supporting her sides, and said seriously, "I loved you earlier than you thought!"

Unfortunately, when he said this, Yun Zheng under him had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Fu Linghe reached out and touched his fair and delicate little face, his doting tone full of helplessness.

"You little heartless guy, I've told you so much, have you listened to me?"

Yun Zheng moaned in her sleep, turned her head slightly, and broke away from Fu Linghe's warm big hand, sleeping soundly and deeply.

Fu Linghe stood up, bent down, picked up her who was sleeping soundly, carried her into the warm tent, and gently placed her on the soft little bed.

When Fu Linghe leaned over, the sensor light on the top of the tent automatically turned to warm orange.

The sleeping bag made of artificial spider silk had a pearly luster. The moment he gently put Yun Zheng down, the dormant thermostatic system quietly started up, and a warm current of 28 degrees flowed over her neck, which was covered with a light sweat.

"Cold..." Yun Zheng curled up in a ball in her sleep, her fingertips unconsciously grabbing his loosened tie.

Fu Linghe knelt on one knee on the edge of the sleeping mat, allowing her to wrap the silk tie around his wrist. With his other hand, he untied his watch and placed it on the folding table. The word "Zheng" engraved on the back of the dial glowed faintly blue in the dark.

He lifted the quilt very gently, for fear of waking her up.

When Yun Zheng's cold little feet touched his waist, Fu Linghe groaned and grabbed her ankles, but did not push them away. He just used his body temperature to cover her.

"Little fox." He chuckled and bit her earlobe, "You dare to rub against me when you're drunk!"

Having said that, he held the person in his arms.

Yun Zheng's back was pressed against his chest, and they measured body temperature through the thin fabric to balance each other.

Outside the tent was the quietness that belonged only to the night, which enveloped the ambiguity in the tent. Fu Linghe's palm was suspended above her waist, and the extreme ambiguity was full!

"Fu... Ling He..." Yun Zheng muttered in her dream, weeping as she dug herself into his arms, "Don't go..."

When she turned over, the shoulder strap of her skirt slipped down, revealing a glimpse of her collarbone, which was simply tempting!

Fu Linghe is also a normal man. When he saw such a scene, his face turned red instantly.

His sexy Adam's apple slid up and down, and he reached out to pull up her fallen shoulder straps, then pulled the quilt over to wrap her tightly.

As long as he couldn't see her, he wouldn't have the desire to bully her.

As the morning light penetrated the tent, Yun Zheng woke up to the cool scent of wood.

Fu Linghe's arms were still around her waist, leaving light red teeth marks on her collarbone.

Just as she was about to get up secretly, the person behind her hugged her tighter.

His chin rested lightly on Yun Zheng's shoulder, and he spoke in a lazy and low voice, "Mrs. Fu, it's not a good habit to take everything and run away. You have to change!"

Yun Zheng's body froze instantly, and her cheeks suddenly became hot, burning even her ears red.

How could she not understand that she must have done a lot of ridiculous things after getting drunk last night.

But those fragments were scattered and blurry in her mind. She only remembered some ambiguous and passionate moments, which made her embarrassed and ashamed.

"I...I didn't mean to do that." Yun Zheng stammered, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "I drank too much last night and don't remember anything."

She didn't dare look back at Fu Linghe, and her only thought was to escape from this embarrassing scene as quickly as possible.

Fu Linghe chuckled, his chest shaking slightly. The laughter passed through his chest and reached Yun Zheng's back, making her feel itchy and making her heart beat faster.

He tightened his arms, holding Yun Zheng tightly in his embrace, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head. His voice was filled with laziness and doting, "Don't you remember? Then let me help you recall it?"

As he spoke, his hand gently stroked Yun Zheng's waist, his fingertips circling her waist, his movements gentle but full of teasing.

Yun Zheng's body trembled violently, and she subconsciously tried to avoid his touch, but Fu Linghe hugged her even tighter.

"Don't move." Fu Linghe's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of barely perceptible forbearance. "You were so proactive last night, and now you want to pretend nothing happened?"

Yun Zheng's face turned red and she wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

She bit her lower lip and whispered, "I really didn't mean it. I was drunk. I..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Fu Linghe.

"I know you're drunk, so I won't force you to take responsibility this time. After all, it's legal now, don't you think?"

Fu Linghe just leaned forward and looked at Yun Zheng, whose face was blushing, leisurely.

Yun Zheng was so embarrassed that she wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into!