Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 118 - 115. He wants her to be sober, sober enough to say she is willing.

Chapter 118: 115. He wants her to be sober, sober enough to say she is willing.

Huo Yihan watched as Mu Jin Huan slid into the driver’s seat with his eyes wide open. Thankfully, he reacted quickly and hurried into the passenger seat, otherwise, he would have definitely regretted his earlier recklessness.

Is this the sign of a millennium-old iceberg having a change of heart?

Bystanders only saw a globally limited edition sports car merge into traffic at lightning speed, then disappear from view without a trace.

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The lights were dim, and young men and women twisted their bodies indulgently on the dance floor, the air saturated with the mingling scent of alcohol and perfume, ambiguous and enchanting.

Xu Moyi had gone to the restroom, leaving Nan Wan and Shen Zhimei alone in the bar’s corner.

The noisy music surrounded them, as Shen Zhimei raised her glass and once again repeated the four words she had said countless times, "Health on your birthday."

Nan Wan propped her cheek with one hand and slowly swirled her drink with the other, casting an annoyed glance at Shen Zhimei, "Say it once more and I’ll strangle you."

Shen Zhimei took Nan Wan’s glass, clinked it loudly against her own, then handed it back to Nan Wan.

Wen Wan’s brows and eyes held a shallow smile, "There are so many people on Earth, thousands born on the same day. I have to say it several times for the gods above to hear."

A warm feeling welled up in Nan Wan’s heart, the inexplicable emotion seemed to fade significantly under the influence of alcohol.

"Childish."

She lifted the glass to her lips and drank it all down.

Shen Zhimei also smiled as she downed her drink, her peripheral vision catching the man quietly watching her from a short distance away, her expression unchanged.

The nearby men with less-than-innocent intentions were restless, preparing to approach but none dared to truly step forward.

The companions gathered, bantering back and forth.

"One is a gentle and charming white rose, the other a cool and aloof red rose, both faces and figures are on point, truly tantalizing."

"We can only look and feed our eyes, both of them are spoken for, neither will have anything to do with us."

"If Nan Wan is off-limits, is the same not true for Shen Zhimei, who might as well be living as a widow?"

"Didn’t you see her first love Ye Junyan quietly guarding her? Even if Nan Ze is incapacitated now, who can guarantee he won’t wake up one day? When that happens, how many lives do you have to toy with?"

"That’s true, compared to them, the girl from the Xu Family is the freshest."

"..."

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Inside the restroom.

Nan Wan stood at the sink, twisted on the faucet, and cupped a handful of cool water, splashing it on her cheeks.

The flushed skin cooled down.

She wiped the water droplets from her cheeks, turned, and walked out.

Just as she exited the restroom, a large hand suddenly gripped her waist, pinning her against the corridor wall with a force that almost seemed to crush her.

A familiar scent filled her nose, different from the alcohol on her, it was clear and pleasant.

"Did you enjoy the drinks tonight?"

A deep, husky voice whispered in her ear, the warm breath falling on her skin that had just been cooled by water, creating a bewitching sensation.

Ambiguous, lingering.

Nan Wan raised her eyes, seeing the enlarged handsome face before her, briefly dazed.

It had only been two days since they last met, yet it felt like two years.

A faint smile spread across her face, her eyes drunk and dreamy, "Why don’t you try it, and you’ll know."

Mu Jin Huan’s gaze burned intensely as he stared at the person in front of him, his deep eyes dark and obscured.

He stepped half a pace forward, pressing his body closer.

Perhaps due to the alcohol, the woman’s earlobes flushed, the redness spreading to her collarbone.

Her captivating eyes glistened with a watery sheen, sparkling.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice deep and hoarse, "Then let’s taste it."

With those words, his slender fingers hooked her chin, and he lowered his head,

The lips were claimed, a strong man’s scent pressed down, with a faint hint of tobacco, enveloping Nan Wan’s breath.

Behind her was the cool wall, in front the man’s fervent chest, she was trapped in between, unable to move.

Like a storm, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

People occasionally passed by in the corridor, he seemed indifferent, showing no sign of stopping.

The breath was taken away, her tongue went numb, her body felt as if it could no longer stand, sliding bit by bit down the wall, the hand hanging at her side unconsciously wrapped around the man’s lean waist.

Nan Wan’s movement freed her own lips and tongue, fresh air entered her nose, and the sensation of suffocation gradually faded away.