Chapter 447: The No.1 Scholar’s ​​Dark Moonlight Ex-wife 15

After seeing Han Ziwen drink, Yue Hongying looked at Shen Xinran again and said with a smile: "You should have a drink too."

Shen Xinran waved her hand, "Mom, I don't need it!"

But Yue Hongying still poured a glass of wine, handed it to Shen Xinran, and insisted: "Drinking in winter can warm your body."

Shen Xinran could only take the wine glass. She took a small sip and immediately felt a spicy sensation rushing from her throat to her forehead.

But adhering to the principle of not wasting, she frowned and drank it all.

Yue Hongying looked at Shen Xinran and couldn't help laughing, "Looking at you like this, you will get used to it slowly in the future."

At this moment, a burst of crisp firecrackers suddenly rang out, breaking the tranquility of the night.

Then, as if it was a chain reaction, more and more firecrackers joined in, resounding through the sky, celebrating the arrival of the new year.

As the night deepened, the sound of firecrackers outside gradually died down, and only a faint flame remained from the fire inside the house.

Shen Xinran lay in bed, feeling hot all over. Yue Hongying was right, drinking alcohol in winter can indeed warm the body.

She heard the breathing next to her getting heavier and turned to check.

Han Ziwen was lying on the bed, his face flushed and his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was struggling with discomfort.

Shen Xinran suddenly remembered something. Could the nourishing body that Yue Hongying was talking about be the nourishing body that she understood?

She only drank one glass and felt hot and uncomfortable.

She began to recall how many drinks Han Ziwen had tonight? Five or six?

Shen Xinran reached out and touched Han Ziwen's face, only to feel her palm burning hot. She asked, "Are you okay?"

Han Ziwen was obviously drunk. He opened his eyes and answered dazedly, "What did you say?"

Shen Xinran smiled secretly in his heart, if not now, when?

She approached Han Ziwen, kissed his lips, and then asked softly, "Who am I?"

Han Ziwen's eyes became blurry, and he murmured, "You are a stone monster."

When Shen Xinran heard this name, she couldn't help but smile. She turned over and pressed Han Ziwen down, kissing him affectionately again.

Under the influence of alcohol, Han Ziwen couldn't help but reach out, put his arms around Shen Xinran's waist, and pull her tightly towards him.

He gently stroked his hand over her back, and although his drunkenness made his movements a little clumsy, every touch was filled with tenderness.

Shen Xinran felt Han Ziwen's response, her heartbeat quickened, and her cheeks flushed...

The morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, gently casting a light on Shen Xinran's face. She woke up from her sleep, her sleepy eyes meeting Han Ziwen's.

Shen Xinran's heart tightened, and he asked with a guilty conscience, "Why are you looking at me?"

Han Ziwen stared at Shen Xinran quietly, with an elusive emotion in his eyes.

Shen Xinran said seriously, "I'm a woman, so I'm the one who suffers in this kind of thing. Besides, we're husband and wife, so even if we do these things, it's legal."

Han Ziwen was silent for a while, then asked, "Are you leaving?"

Shen Xinran was stunned for a moment, then asked doubtfully, "What do you mean?"

There was a subtle hint of nervousness in Han Ziwen's voice. "Didn't you say you would leave after you had eaten me clean?"

Shen Xinran suddenly realized why the male protagonist had always been reluctant to get close to her; it turned out he was afraid she would leave. But her identity as a stone demon was all made up! At this point, all she could do was continue the show.

Shen Xinran hugged Han Ziwen's waist and said in a soft voice, "Do you want me to leave?"

Han Ziwen answered honestly: "I thought about it before, but not now."

Shen Xinran kissed Han Ziwen and said with a smile: "Then I won't leave. You are so delicious. I haven't eaten enough yet, so how can I leave?"

Han Ziwen's eyes flashed with joy, but he quickly covered up his inner fluctuations with a calm expression, "Mom seems to be calling us, I'll go out and take a look."

Shen Xinran lay on the bed, watching Han Ziwen's fleeing back, her eyes curved into crescents. She didn't hear Yue Hongying calling them.

Even on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Han Ziwen did not slack off. After breakfast, he sat at the desk and read.

Shen Xinran lay on the bed, her eyes fell on Han Ziwen's back, and suddenly, on a whim, she said to the air: "I want to drink some water."

Han Ziwen raised his head after hearing the voice. He glanced at Shen Xinran, then poured a glass of water and handed it to Shen Xinran.

Shen Xinran held the hot water and drank it in small sips. After seeing Han Ziwen turn around, she added, "I also want to eat mung bean cake."

Han Ziwen could only go to the main room, bring the mung bean cake into the room, and hand it to Shen Xinran.

After a moment's hesitation, Shen Xinran said, "What if I say I want you to feed me?"

In the past, Han Ziwen would have been impatient, but not now. He even enjoyed the feeling of Shen Xinran relying on him.

He opened the package of the mung bean cake, took out a piece of mung bean cake, and fed it to Shen Xinran's mouth. "Eat it."

Shen Xinran took a bite of the mung bean cake and suddenly remembered something. She asked mischievously, "Last time I asked you, who is sweeter, me or the mung bean cake? You haven't answered me yet."

Han Ziwen's face flushed slightly. He coughed and said, "You are sweet."

Shen Xinran couldn't help laughing when he heard this answer.

She sat up, put her arms around Han Ziwen's neck, and kissed Han Ziwen on the lips with a "ba" sound.

"You performed so well today, this is a reward for you." Shen Xinran smiled like a flower.

Han Ziwen turned around and sat back at the desk. His eyes fell on the pages of the book again, wanting to continue reading.

However, his thoughts were like the surface of a lake disturbed by the spring breeze, and it was difficult to calm down.

There seemed to be still some warmth from Shen Xinran on his lips. He unconsciously raised his hand and gently touched his lips.

As night fell, Shen Xinran went to bed early. After seeing Han Ziwen also go to bed, she said, "I'm so cold."

Han Ziwen got into her bed without any hesitation and held her in his arms.

Shen Xinran glanced at Han Ziwen and asked, "What are you doing?"

Han Ziwen said seriously: "It's not that you say it's cold, I'm using my body to keep you warm."

The corners of Shen Xinran's lips rose slightly, and he thought to himself: You little guy, you learn pretty fast.

She asked Han Ziwen: "Do you like me?"

I thought Han Ziwen would be as reserved as usual, but this time he unexpectedly nodded and said "hmm" softly.

This simple action and voice made Shen Xinran's eyes light up instantly. She continued to ask: "When did you start to like me?"

Han Ziwen leaned close to Chen Xinran's ear, his voice low and magnetic, "When you said 'a sword's edge is forged through grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold,' that was also when you said you wanted to have a romantic encounter with me."

Shen Xinran was a little surprised. She opened her mouth and wanted to ask more questions. But Han Ziwen didn't give her the chance. He kissed her lips directly.

His kiss was different from the gentle one last night. Instead, it became fierce, like a summer storm, sweeping over all of Shen Xinran's senses and making her almost unable to breathe.