"What's shameful about it? I'm waiting for my little girl, what's shameful about it?" He snorted, took a sip of his wine, and said sourly, "It's just that some people are so focused on listening to other people's songs that they completely forget about the other person."

Tong Su, holding a glass of fruit wine, leaned on the man's shoulder with a smile and laughed, "King Mu is singing me a birthday song."

“I can sing for you too,” he said, unwilling to give up.

"You're tone-deaf and out of tune."

He pursed his lips: "Even if it's off-key, it's still a birthday song." With that, he cleared his throat and began to sing.

"Happy birthday to you"

After singing just one line, Tongsu smiled broadly, her eyes crinkling.

This man is almost omnipotent, except for one thing he is extremely bad at.

It's just singing.

He was tone-deaf by nature, and after humming a couple of lines, before Tong Su could say anything, Huo Xuanxi shut up and said in annoyance, "Never mind, it sounds awful."

“Keep singing, what’s wrong with it?” Tongsu chuckled, holding his hand.

Huo Xuanxi looked at her almond-shaped eyes, which were clear like shimmering autumn water, yet tinged with a faint, intoxicating haze, as if shrouded in a thin mist.

It stirred a burning desire within one's heart, a subtle clamor emanating from within.

want to.

He stared at her with a dark gaze, the danger in his eyes growing stronger with each passing moment.

After waiting for three years, the girl finally came of age. The wall lamp was dim and yellow, warm yet ambiguous. She was like a pink and white peony in full bloom, tender and full, falling into his palm from a bud and being carefully nurtured by him to grow up slowly.

He knew every detail of her as well as himself. The tender flower bud finally cracked open, blooming for him, and only for him.

She can only belong to him.

Tongsu was a little drunk. Now that she was an adult, he no longer forbade her to drink. The fruit wine was sweet and had a light alcohol content, but it had a strong aftereffect. She drank quite a bit of it like a beverage, and now she was feeling a bit sluggish.

"You sang very well, I want to hear it again."

Her praise was flattery, but her gratitude was genuine.

Only he was willing to go to such lengths for her.

For her, he could abandon all pride. His methods were clumsy and awkward, but his heart was so deep and sincere. He suppressed his intense feelings, just to quietly wait for her to come of age.

In the dim light, their eyes met, silent yet tender. The man's handsome face remained unchanged, his thin lips with sharp lines were soft and alluring.

This is her man, and only hers!

Everyone had left; only the two of them were left in the room, just the two of them, out of sight of anyone else.

Tong Su took a sip of wine, reached out, grabbed his collar, and pulled him down. The man bent over, his deep gaze falling on her face. She suddenly looked up.

Soft lips touched, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed them together, sealing his lips with her own, and a mouthful of sweet fruit wine passed between them.

Clear wine dripped from the corner of his lips. He was stunned for a moment, then instantly took the initiative, wrapping his arms around her waist and making his move without hesitation. She giggled, her voice tender and affectionate, eagerly responding.

"I'm an adult now, we can do some things that adults love to do."

The fruit wine has a light flavor but a strong aroma, like a nearly ripe fruit, half-hidden, green and tender, with a subtle sweetness.

The kiss was so deep, the wine so strong, that she coughed a little, but her little hands clung tightly to his neck, refusing to let go.

He mischievously bit her lip lightly. She widened her eyes and bit back hard, clearly showing her defiant nature. He chuckled, savoring the sweetness in her mouth, his smile growing deeper.

The atmosphere gradually became hot without anyone noticing.