Gu Lan's hand fell on Rong Heng's face, bringing a rough sensation.
Rong Heng remembered the wound on her palm, and his brow furrowed slightly.
The young master, so close at hand, had his eyes half-closed, with a gentle light in them, his warm breath still rubbing against him, like a young beast rooting around softly.
Gu Lan mumbled unintelligibly: "Isn't it just detoxifying... How did you detoxify Nian Xia?"
Rong Heng opened his eyes wide, and to prevent Young Master Gu from falling, he considerately held the back of her head.
No one knew how long it had been, long enough for him to taste the three kinds of wine Gu Lan had drunk: Peach Blossom Drunk, Apricot Village, Pear Blossom Brew. Only then did Gu Lan seem satisfied, releasing her tight grip on Rong Heng's arm, falling into his embrace.
"Who said I couldn't..."
Gu Lan muttered, if she had any strength left, she would have taken off her pants and pulled out her belt.
