Fu Ying had no idea how long she had slept in the bridal room when she heard a bunch of men making a ruckus outside the door.
She opened her eyes in a daze, and the men had already entered the room.
Fu Ying rubbed her eyes and called out, "Brother."
Shen Liguang looked up at her, the way she called "Brother" tonight was particularly... particularly itch-inducing.
"Did they wake you up? Cen Jiaxiang and Zhao Zhi were causing a commotion outside, I sent them away."
His body smelled of alcohol, his eyes were hazy, his expression slightly drunk, and he leaned in to kiss her, but Fu Ying dodged, "You've been drinking."
"..." Shen Liguang looked at her intently, his eyes pitch black, suddenly raising his hand to the back of her head, pulling her over, his lips gently touching hers.
"It's quite unbearable," he said in a low and slow voice, his breath moist and ambiguous, desire in his eyes, "Yingying... What should I do? I want..."
