"Can I drink it?"

He asked her if her period was over.

Shen Zhiyi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her ears turning red with embarrassment, but she gently raised her fingertips to take the wine glass.

"Hmm." She mustered her courage to look at him and boldly said, "Tonight, we can try to unlock the connection."

Duan Xingzhi felt his blood surging uncontrollably.

His Adam's apple bobbed deeply.

He bent down, hooked his arm around hers, and looked at her with deep, dark eyes. "Ayi, this is a toast for the couple."

Not a single drop can be left.

He wanted to be with her forever.

Not for curing her illness, not for detoxifying her, but as her husband, to rightfully possess her and cling to her side.

I don't want to be apart from you for even a moment.

His gaze lingered on her shy eyes as he tilted his head back and downed the wine in one gulp.

Shen Zhiyi also drank every last drop.

He tossed aside his wine cup, embraced her, and pressed her against the soft blanket. Instead of immediately untying her clothes, he gently stroked her eyebrows and lips, whispering, "Are you scared?"

Shen Zhiyi was initially a little nervous.

He gently and soothingly told me to relax.

"I'm not afraid." She shook her head and boldly met his gaze.

But the heat in his eyes made her heart tremble.

She couldn't help but lower her eyelashes again.

Duan Xingzhi felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and he gently stroked her waist, his voice restrained yet tender.

"Then tell me how to solve it."

Shen Zhiyi bit her lip and said, "Just like... ordinary couples. We should do what they do, and that should help us overcome our empathy..."

"Ayi," Duan Xingzhi interrupted her, chuckling softly, "I was referring to your sash."