Night, serene and profoundly quiet, while the north wind howled outside, the heating inside the room was so intense it made one's skin prickle with heat.
Tang Wan was completely held sideways in Jiang Jinsang's embrace, an angle issue, his breath fell on her forehead and face, perhaps the alcohol was too strong, his breath was scorching...
It deprived her brain of oxygen, softening her body inch by inch.
"You're holding me, I'm afraid I'll drop you—"
A voice drifted from above her head, soothing to the point of sending chills down one's spine.
But Tang Wan didn't pay him any attention, and he didn't continue speaking, instead, he carried Tang Wan towards her room.
However, halfway there, he might have really drunk too much. His hold trembled inexplicably, and Tang Wan felt her body instantly lose its support, sliding downward.
It seemed like she was about to fall.
