Fu Tingzhou's kiss, carrying the scent of alcohol, landed on her neck.
As if it had branded her.
The skin on her neck where he kissed felt scorching.
"Tang Xi, stay by my side," his hot breath tinged with alcohol hit her face as he spoke, his voice even more husky and bewitching after drinking.
Yet it made Tang Xi pause for a moment.
She tightly clenched and then relaxed her fingers, watching his face under the dim half-lit bedside lamp in the bedroom, that handsome profile, his indifferent face. His eyes were hazy with the intoxication of alcohol.
Tang Xi pressed her lips tightly together and asked softly, "How long?"
"A lifetime."
Her eyelashes trembled violently.
The answer of the drunken man echoed in her ears.
For a long time, it did not fade away.
As if it lingered beside her ear forever.
