With a few people starting, everyone raised their glasses of wine and offered toasts in blessing.

"Thank you for your blessings. I am really happy to have you all with me!"

"Everyone, have a good meal and drinks tonight, and don't leave until you're drunk!" After saying that, Wan'er and Junjue smiled at each other.

"Roger that, Vice Captain!"

Let's drink until we drop!

The restaurant was filled with a friendly atmosphere, and everyone's face was beaming with a happy smile.

The blessings and care from her teammates made Wan'er deeply feel the warmth and strength of the team.

This celebration was not only to celebrate her restored appearance, but also to celebrate the close cooperation and tacit understanding of her team.

Wan'er felt the heartfelt blessings from her teammates and was too moved to speak.

She knew that with this group of people who were like family by her side, she would never be alone again.

That evening, they talked and reminisced about all the things they had experienced together. They warmed each other with laughter and blessings.

In this heartwarming and united moment, they vowed that no matter what difficulties they encounter, their mutual support and companionship will never change.

Wan'er prayed silently, hoping that this happiness could continue forever.

She firmly believes that as long as she has these people who have faced difficulties with her by her side, she will be able to overcome any difficulties and embrace each day of the future.

Her teammates also looked forward to it, hoping that Wan'er could continue to smile happily and live a carefree life.

After dinner, everyone staggered out of the hall and back to their rooms.

That night, their bond grew stronger, their friendship became more precious, and Wan'er's beauty became a striking feature of their group.

With a slightly tipsy smile on his face, the Duke watched as the crowd in the hall staggered away.

At this grand banquet celebrating Wan'er's restoration of her appearance, everyone except him and Steward Zhao got completely drunk in the joyful atmosphere.

Butler Zhao was moving around the hall, carefully cleaning up the remaining wine glasses and crumbs.

Seeing that the young master was still in the hall, and Miss Shangguan was lying drunk on the sofa, she quickly said with concern:

"Young Master, Miss Shangguan is drunk. You should all go back and rest!"

"Okay! Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Zhao."

"Young Master, I'm not tired at all. Seeing you grow up and find someone you love makes me happy for you on behalf of the Master and Madam!"

After the housekeeper finished speaking, she happily went to continue packing.

A warm feeling welled up in Junjue's heart. He felt respect for Butler Zhao, as well as pity for him.

This steward, Zhao, had always served him and the family with loyalty and sincerity. He had sacrificed too much for the prosperity and flourishing of the family, yet he had never confided any of his confusion or troubles to him.

Junjue deeply felt that Steward Zhao possessed a unique kind of loyalty.

The Duke's gaze swept across the center of the hall and landed on the unconscious Wan'er.

She was wearing a simple black and red matching tracksuit, and even though it was loose, her graceful figure was still visible.

Because she was drunk, her cheeks were flushed like peach blossoms and her lips were slightly parted.

Junjue felt a sudden surge of heat throughout his body, and his breathing became rapid.

Without any hesitation, Junjue quickly stepped forward, gently picked up Wan'er, and let out a heavy breath.

Since he had tasted the forbidden fruit, all he wanted to do was be with her every day, to be inseparable from her, and to love her even more than before.

Junjue carried Wan'er back to the room and carefully closed the door.

He carefully placed Wan'er on the soft bed and looked down at her delicate face.

He couldn't help but lean down and kiss her warm lips, no longer hiding his passion.

Wan'er felt this passionate kiss in her sleep; her lips parted slightly to respond to Junjue's fervor.

Their tongues intertwined, seemingly expressing their inner joy and longing.

Junjue's hands slowly roamed over Wan'er's body, longing to touch her softness and warmth.

Wan'er's body trembled slightly, and the occasional sounds she made seemed to be a response.

The Duke raised his head, his heart pounding rapidly. He felt a burning heat throughout his body, as if a fire was raging in his chest.

He continued to lower his head, staring at Wan'er's slightly swollen lips.

Her lips were a deep, luscious red, and very attractive.

He unconsciously continued kissing her, and she stuck out her tongue and gently licked her lips.

A flame of passion spread through his chest, like a raging fire that swept everything away.

He was acutely aware that his feelings for Wan'er were overwhelming, a deep and intense love.

He was deeply caught in an emotional vortex, unable to extricate himself.

The Duke slowly leaned down and lay down beside her.

His hand gently stroked her cheek, his fingertips lightly tracing her lips.

At that moment, he felt his soul tremble and his heart resonate.

As the touch deepened, his fingers gently kneaded Wan'er's lips, feeling her softness and warmth.

His breathing became rapid, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing his ecstatic joy.

Suddenly, Junjue's lips pressed close to Wan'er's lips, a gentle kiss, their lips and tongues touching, stirring up endless thoughts and exhilarating emotions.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, climbing rapidly like two vines.

Junjue's impulses erupted like a volcano, and he began to gently suck on Wan'er's lips, gradually deepening the kiss.

His hand slowly moved to her neck, and a ticklish sensation made Wan'er tremble slightly.

As the kiss deepened, they continued to entwine and dance.

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