Suddenly, Tang Yanqi's waist was embraced by someone, and with a forceful pull, she fell onto the bed, landing on Sheng Jianan's chest, his hands still clasped around her waist.
"Jianan?"
Tang Yanqi called out but got no response. Struggling to get up, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.
He immediately flipped her over, pressing her onto the bed.
The new room in the castle was designed in the style of the British Royal Family from the Middle Ages, with soft yellow lighting, dim and intoxicating.
Under such lighting, Sheng Jianan's eyes appeared even deeper and more alluring.
They possessed a magic that could draw a person in instantly. Tang Yanqi swallowed nervously: "Jianan... mmm..."
Sheng Jianan lowered his head to kiss the person beneath him deeply. The scent of wine lingered in his mouth, and Tang Yanqi couldn't tell how much he had drunk tonight, but the residual aroma alone was enough to intoxicate her.
