Both of them reached a climax simultaneously. Lei Ting desperately suppressed himself, and An Ning thought he was really good for holding back. Lei Ting slowly adjusted his breathing, and An Ning stood up to go to the toilet.

Thunder: "No, Anning, I can't help myself..."

Anning: "I'm going to the restroom... I'll have some wine later."

Anning ran to the bathroom. Her silk underwear was incredibly soft and comfortable. Sitting on the toilet, she couldn't help but suppress her excitement. The awkwardness of exploring and desperately trying to avoid the toilet made her feel tormented. She tried to calm herself down by looking in the mirror. Lei Ting drank a large glass of red wine to control himself and slowly calm down. It was really uncomfortable; he held his head, feeling nauseous. When Anning came out of the bathroom, Lei Ting was sitting on the sofa, avoiding her gaze. He had calmed down, and fearing he would scare her away, he could only swirl the wine next to the decanter. Anning sat next to Lei Ting, shrugging slightly. The atmosphere was a little awkward. Lei Ting looked at her, and Anning took out a wine glass. Lei Ting poured her some wine. They clinked glasses, and Anning took a sip.

Anning: "You woke up just in time. Not bad."

Lei Ting: "I can't taste how good this wine is. It's not as mellow as the white wine we brew at home."

Anning: "Wine is different from baijiu (Chinese liquor). Baijiu is too strong..."

Lei Ting: "Our baijiu isn't harsh; it's brewed using traditional methods, has a mellow flavor, and doesn't cause a headache—it's similar to fermented glutinous rice..."

Anning: "Fermented glutinous rice?"

Lei Ting: "Yes, it's a stage in winemaking. The state when rice has just been transformed into wine is called 'laozao'..."

An Ning: "You know so much! Hehe, cheers..."

Thunder: "Cheers..."

Anning and Leiting drank glass after glass. Anning glanced at the bottle; it was a bottle of wine from the cellar of the Queen of the Northern Patriotic Kingdom. Not bad, Liao Qian has good taste. And he has the connections to find it.

Lei Ting: "Honey, Liao Qian treasures these two bottles of wine. He's reluctant to let me drink them. Is there anything good about them?"

An Ning: "Things are valued for their rarity. This bottle was a treasured possession of the Queen of the North for many years. She gave it as a gift to a politician in Southern Europe. I don't know how Liao Qian obtained it."

Thunder: "This bottle is only so precious because of the Queen's influence. It looks old, but it smells wonderful."

An Ning: "This is a love token given to his lover by a famous general from Upper Sicily during World War II. The lady waited for him for a long time with this bottle of wine in her arms. Fortunately, the lovers were able to get married in the end. Their love story is admired by people. This bottle of wine was passed down through the ages and I never expected it to end up in Liao Qian's house."

Thunder: "It can't be fake, can it? How can such an old bottle of wine be preserved so well?"

An Ning: "It's not fake. Not many people know the value behind these wines. Those who do know wouldn't deceive themselves by getting fakes. Besides, Liao Qian hates fakes the most. Things from his house are even less likely to be fake."

Thunder: "That's right, this kid's been fooled a lot while collecting antiques, but now he's developed a knack for spotting fakes at a glance. Let's have another drink... I love love stories that blossom after war..."

Anning: "I like it too, it's really good."

Thunder: "My Anning is very knowledgeable. If you ask me about these things, I have no idea."

Anning: "It's not surprising that people around you remember these things after hearing them so many times."

Lei Ting took a sip of his drink. After all these years, he realized he didn't understand An Ning at all. So what if she had memories? He didn't understand his wife of two years, nor had he ever explored the softness in her heart. An Ning was like a blank sheet of paper in his eyes. He didn't know how to connect with An Ning, nor did he have the same vision and knowledge as her. Lei Ting had always thought that An Ning was a housewife because that was all she could do. Now it seemed that he was completely wrong. An Ning's abilities and knowledge far surpassed his. Lei Ting was stunned for a moment, and then An Ning snapped her fingers at him.

An Ning: "Thunder, what are you thinking!"

Thunder: "Oh, I... I see there's a phonograph here, let's listen to some music!"

An Ning: "Okay..."

Lei Ting placed a record with a romantic inscription on it on the gramophone. As the record slowly turned, the sound began to play. The clear, melodious music enveloped the two of them, establishing a shared emotional connection. After drinking to their hearts' content, An Ning put down her glass, pursed her lips, and closed her eyes to appreciate the music.

An Ning: "This sounds like the piano piece from 'Goddess Descends to Earth,' but a faster version. I'm listening to it carefully."

Lei Ting didn't understand piano music, but he found the light music beautiful and moving, bringing him joy. An Ning sat beside him with her eyes closed, conducting with both hands, savoring the piece. Lei Ting watched her with a smile.

Thunder: "Hearing that made me feel much better."

Anning: "The melody of the song 'Goddess Descends to Earth' is cheerful and melodious. I saw a sentence online describing this song, and I thought it was very good, so I wrote it down. Let me tell you: 'The meaning of the passage of time, time is the most beautiful star; it will smooth the mottled heart, clear the impurities in the haze, and in a beautiful season, it will send down sweet dew, allowing bright flowers to bloom from the dust. Listen to the peace of the world, listen to our hearts, the weary will sleep in tranquility, angels will descend before us, and the promise with you is irresistible. How can I tell you, how can I understand your feelings? The response of love is merely the past that angels lingered in the world.'"

Anning's words touched Leiting's heart. He hoped that time would heal his and Anning's wounds, and that the angel's blessing would make them even more loving. Just like the meaning expressed in the music, the two of them would respond to each other's love in their own unique way. Leiting was so immersed in the joyful music that he couldn't pull himself away. Anning looked into the living room and saw a stage made of rose petals. She walked barefoot on the romantic ground, slowly raised her hands above her slender neck, turned slightly, and danced gracefully under Leiting's affectionate gaze.

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