Wen Zhe was in a state of turmoil; he really didn't know how to deal with the situation before him.
Wang Shuyao, on the other hand, was immersed in a happy atmosphere, with a big smile on her face.
Suddenly, Wang Shuyao raised her head and looked at Wen Zhe with a dazed expression.
"Wen Zhe, do you know? I really like you so much... to the point that I'm almost losing myself. But why won't you accept me? Am I not good enough? Or is it that you already have another girl you like?"
As she spoke, she pouted pitifully, her eyes brimming with tears, looking just like a poor little kitten.
Looking at her pitiful appearance, Wen Zhe felt his throat go dry and his heart begin to itch.
"I..." He was about to speak when Wang Shuyao interrupted him.
"It's alright, Wen Zhe..."
Wang Shuyao buried her head on Wen Zhe's shoulder, her tears soaking his clothes. "I can wait for you, no matter how long it takes... even a lifetime. If it's not with you... I'd rather grow old alone."
She murmured to herself, as if speaking to Wen Zhe, yet also as if speaking to herself.
Wen Zhe's body trembled violently. He looked down at Wang Shuyao, the icy coldness in his eyes gradually melting away, and his voice unconsciously softened:
"You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk!"
Wang Shuyao raised her head and looked directly into Wen Zhe's eyes. "I'm telling you the truth, Wen Zhe. I like you, I like you so much. I've liked you since the first time I saw you!"
After saying that, she closed her eyes and kissed Wen Zhe's thin lips.
Her lips were gentle yet passionate, her breath as sweet as orchids, mixed with a faint scent of wine, so sweet it was intoxicating.
Wen Zhe subconsciously wanted to push Wang Shuyao away, but the soft touch and the thrilling sensation made his hand, which was about to push Wang Shuyao away, slowly stop in mid-air.
He was a man, a normal man, and faced with such temptation, the string of reason in his mind snapped with a "bang."
Gradually, he began to respond to her kiss, holding her tightly in his arms. The kiss lasted a long time, until they were both breathless before slowly separating.
Wang Shuyao's face was flushed, her heart was racing, and even the tips of her ears were tinged with an alluring pink. She looked at Wen Zhe with stars in her eyes.
Wen Zhe took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, "You're really drunk, I'll take you home..."
He wanted to say something more, but Wang Shuyao pressed her finger to his lips.
"Shh...don't say it, I don't want to hear it."
Her eyes sparkled, and she smiled charmingly, "I'm already very satisfied tonight. As for what happens in the future, let nature take its course."
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