Fu Jichen stared at her lips, full and red like cherries, his eyes darkening, his voice becoming even more alluring: "Is that so?"
"Yes." Shen Jianian sat on a small white wooden chair draped in light gauze, her long dress fanning out at her feet like a blossom unfurling to its fullest.
"Then why do I see you looking a bit tipsy..." As he spoke, Fu Jichen involuntarily lowered his neck, gradually drawing closer to her lips, his warm breath misting over her face.
Just as they were about to touch, Shen Jianian tilted her head slightly, her breath laden with the scent of alcohol: "What are you trying to do?"
Fu Jichen paused, sighing silently, and after three seconds, spoke gently and slowly: "At a time like this, you should remain silent and then close your eyes."
"Oh." Shen Jianian looked as though she had just realized, "You want to kiss me."
Fu Jichen was quite certain she was drunk, or at least tipsy.
"Is that right?" Not hearing his response, Shen Jianian asked again.
