Liu Jiaojiao took the wine cup, and her right eyelid twitched involuntarily.

But Liu Jiaojiao didn't pay much attention. Instead, she turned her eyes and looked at Shen Changji with longing in them.

This man is so captivating, no matter how you look at him.

Especially when the moonlight shone on Shen Changji's profile, his lines were smooth and resolute, his face clear and handsome, with a cool and aloof air.

His slender fingers held the wine glass, and he wore a light blue robe, exuding a refined and dignified air that was unapproachable.

Shen Changji turned his face and glanced at Liu Jiaojiao.

"You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk, I just miss Shen Lang too much."

As Liu Jiaojiao spoke, she unconsciously moved closer to Shen Changji.

Although they weren't close, Shen Changji could still smell the alcohol emanating from Liu Jiaojiao.

He frowned, looked away, and stood up.

"It's late, I'll take you home."

“I don’t want to go back, I feel so bad… especially when I think about my mother still being in the village, I can’t rest easy.”

Liu Jiaojiao, holding a wine glass, stumbled to her feet and reached out to grab Shen Changji's sleeve.

"Shen Lang, please stay with me a little longer, okay?"

Liu Jiaojiao softened her voice, revealing a hint of coquetry, and looked at Shen Changji with dreamy eyes.

What else do you want to do?

He withdrew his sleeve in silence, his voice faint.

Liu Jiaojiao could tell that this man was keeping his distance from her.

Looking at Shen Changji's face, she rushed forward and threw herself into his arms without hesitation. She whispered in his ear, her words carrying a hidden meaning, "Shen Lang, I will be your wife sooner or later. Tonight, let me be completely yours, okay?"