Wen Qian's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her pair of almond-shaped eyes seemed to be dyed with the winding night color, making her pupils appear dark and bright.
Before Shang Mo could finish, she put her hand on his chest and pushed gently with her fingertips.
She bit her lip with her teeth and glanced at him with a seductive look. If he wanted to talk, he should just talk. Why was he blowing into her ear?
It's itchy, you know.
Shang Mo took two steps back and stood firm. His coat was blown up by the wind, making a snapping sound.
Even after drinking so much, he still stood straight, his shoulders were still straight, but his face looked redder than usual, and there was a fire in his eyes that he had never seen before.
The corners of his lips raised slightly, and he stared at Wen Qian with his enchanting eyes. When he saw her blushing, the fire in the depths of his eyes burned even more vigorously.
It seems to burn people.
Wen Qian's heart started beating wildly.
Shang Mo took a step forward and approached again, his eyelids drooping in a shallow arc, with light and shadow interspersed in it, making his eyes flicker.
The same goes for people. The half of their face immersed in the shadow is deep and dark, while the half reflected in the light is shimmering and colorful.
Realizing that he had just said something rude, he apologized gently, "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you just now."
In a second, he transformed into the reserved, cold, rigid and polite person in charge of the Shang family, nodded, and said, "I won't do that again in the future."
Wen Qian wasn't really angry. She pursed her lips and said coquettishly, "Okay, I'm not angry. It's getting late. You should come back soon."
Everyone was staring at them, smiling in ambiguous ways. She felt uneasy, afraid that he would say something embarrassing again.
If that were the case, she would rather not live. She stamped her feet and acted like a spoiled child, "Let's go, let's go."
"Okay, I'm going." Shang Mo nodded, turned slowly, took just one step and stopped again, looking up at the night sky above his head.
There are many stars and the moon is very beautiful.
He asked her with his lips hooked, "Do you like the moon?"
The topic changed so quickly that Wen Qian was a little slow to react. She followed his gaze and looked up at the night sky, saying in a coquettish voice, "I like it."
Her voice is very sweet, sweeter than honey.
Shang Mo's Adam's apple rolled, and he reached into his pocket and fumbled for a moment, then took out a blue velvet box and handed it to Wen Qian, "Here."
Wen Qian was surprised and asked, "What?"
Shang Mo: "The moon."
Wen Qian: "!"
Wen Qian opened the box and found a necklace inside. The pendant was in the shape of a crescent moon and the diamonds on it sparkled.
She asked puzzledly: "For me?"
"Well," Shang Mo raised his eyes slightly, "The moon you gave me."
Wen Qian: "..."
He is not just drunk, he is about to die of drunkenness.

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Love after Marriage
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