Nangong Ran couldn't help but let out a somewhat discordant sound, which stirred something in Di Mingchen's heart as he held her even tighter.
At this moment, even someone as self-controlled as he couldn't handle it any longer.
He gripped her waist tightly, flipped over, and pressed her down, opening his eyes to let his intense gaze fall on her face.
She remained blissfully unaware with her eyes closed, but his heart was racing, knowing she was drunk, knowing it wasn't real... yet...
He ultimately knew that this was still at the wedding, she was merely drunk and not in her right mind, perhaps dreaming.
In the end, he forced himself to pull away from the chaos and withdrew from her lips.
He tried to get up, but Nangong Ran grabbed his neck, licked her lips, and looked at him with unfulfilled desire, softly calling him, "Brother?"
Di Mingchen's eyes deepened, then dimmed, and he finally resignedly touched her face, suppressing his emotions, "Be good, stop messing around."
