Hearing Bai Ran's words, Sun Zhe was dumbfounded, his heart seeming to skip a beat. It wasn't until her figure disappeared from view that he finally snapped out of it and hurriedly chased after her.
In the kitchen, Bai Ran had tied on an apron and was clearing the dishes, scraping off the leftovers. Her demeanor was gentle and virtuous, yet she didn't lack a mature, womanly charm. Her flushed cheeks carried a slight hint of intoxication that was utterly captivating, and her hazy, dream-like gaze was even more mesmerizing, threatening to pull one into its depths.
Sun Zhe stared at her blankly, momentarily forgetting what he wanted to say as the feeling of drunkenness deepened.
"Why are you staring at me so lustfully?"
"Are you thinking of screwing me in the kitchen?"
Only when Bai Ran spoke did Sun Zhe return to his senses. "Sister-in-law," he said in a low voice, "what did you mean just now... about going to your room later?"
