Wen Tang fetched the silk nightgown she would change into later.
She drank some red wine.
She couldn't delay washing Pei Heyan's without arousing suspicion.
Impromptu, she spoke, "Allow me to take a quick shower and then explain slowly."
As she finished speaking, she walked towards the bathroom.
Suddenly, she felt a tightness behind her.
Wen Tang looked back to find Pei Heyan had effortlessly pulled her into his embrace.
A scent of wine lingered at her nose.
Pei Heyan frowned, "You've been drinking."
Wen Tang felt uncomfortable, avoiding his gaze, shook her head, then nodded.
Pei Heyan's face was stern, "Come clean, who did you drink with?"
His wary demeanor was like that of a policeman torturing a criminal.
Wen Tang tried to pull away and increase the distance between them.
But Pei Heyan held her even tighter.
His posture was one that wouldn't rest until he got a response.
Wen Tang moistened her lips.
Her plump little mouth looked especially tempting under the light.
