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Fan Xing shook his head, and laughed: "No, it's probably because I didn't sleep well last night."

Wen Yiyan looked at her slightly exhausted face.

"Then let's go to bed early today."

"Alright, good night husband." As usual, Fan Xing bid her farewell. She slowly clenched her fists when she returned to her bedroom.

After the second day of work, Fan Xing rubbed his fists in the bathroom after washing up.

It was finally time for her aunt to leave.

No matter what, he had to capture her husband tonight.

After wearing his pajamas and taking a bottle of red wine with two goblets in hand, Fan Xing walked into the study barefooted.

Fan Xing placed the red wine jug and goblet in front of Wen Yiyan and started pouring the red wine for the two goblets.

"Hubby, let's taste this rich Bordeaux blend together."

Wen Yiyan looked at her curiously, "Do you like drinking red wine too?"

He picked up the other goblet gracefully, shook it gently, and took a sniff at it.

The aroma was mellow and mellow.

Fan Xing laughed, that was because Wen Yiyan was not tired of drinking red wine.

She also grew to like red wine with its varied flavors.

Fan Xing's goblet made contact with Wen Yiyan's cup wall, letting out a crisp clinking sound, as his eyes flowed and said: "Cheers."

"Cheers."

Fan Xing looked at Wen Yiyan and couldn't help but smile even wider.

Not long after, Fan Xing put down the goblet after a while with a look of drunkenness, and arrived in front of Wen Yiyan barefooted.

Fan Xing took the goblet in Wen Yiyan's hands and gulped down all of the remaining wine in the cup before licking the rim of the goblet with his tongue.

Wen Yiyan looked at Fan Xing with a profound gaze from the bottom of his eyes.

"Why did you drink from me?"

Fan Xing giggled, "Then I can indirectly kiss you."

Wen Yiyan remained silent.

Fan Xing's body softened and fell into his embrace.

The man wanted to push her away, but he found that Fan Xing was hugging his waist tightly, sticking to his body like an octopus.

When the man no longer tried to push her away, Fan Xing, who was sitting in his arms, started to unbutton Wen Yiyan's pajamas.

He did not know if it was because of the alcohol, but after undoing it for a long time, he still did not see Fan Xing opening a single button. He only heard Fan Xing mumbling dejectedly: "In the future, don't wear buttoned-up pajamas.

Wen Yiyan pressed down her hand that was on the button, "Don't disturb me, sit back down."

Fan Xing stared at Wen Yiyan's lips as he spoke, and his focused eyes started to blur again.

She held Wen Yiyan's face with both hands and closed her eyes to look at her rosy lips.

The man frowned and turned his face to the side.

Fan Xing leaned forward, as though he had kissed her, but it was very hard, was her husband's lips really that hard?

When she opened her eyes, she realized that she was kissing the back of the chair.

Fan Xing's eyes were blazing with fire, holding onto his determination to not give up until the end, he continued to launch his fierce attacks.

But when she kissed the left side, Wen Yiyan's head flashed to the right. She kissed the right side, and Wen Yiyan's head fell to the left again.

But the persevering Fan Xing was unwilling to give up.

She immediately moved her lips to the right after making a fake move towards the left, precisely seeing that Wen Yiyan was going to move to the right.

He was about to win!

However, the man suddenly raised his hand to cover her lips, Fan Xing 'Wu Wu Wu' stared at him, Wen Yiyan's handsome face was unmoved.

"Don't keep thinking about this kind of thing, it's not good for your body."

He let go of his hand, and Fan Xing pressed his chest that was rolling up and down unevenly, and asked: "Hubby, you won't even let me kiss you, don't you love me?"

"You're drunk."