“Waaah, seeing a face this handsome every day makes it so hard not to fall for you.” Drunk, Song Jinyue cradled Song Lin’s face and said pitifully, “We’ve been married for almost a year, and we’ve barely even kissed.”
“Heh.” Looking at the woman who was dead drunk, Song Lin couldn’t help laughing.
“Mm…” Song Jinyue suddenly leaned in and kissed him. “Hehe.” Afterward, she giggled foolishly. She’d gotten a kiss while drunk, so it was worth it.
Watching Song Jinyue kiss him and then let go without a care in the world, Song Lin smiled fondly. Then he picked her up. She clung to him like a sloth, but still remembered to remind him, “My bag!”
“Sure.” Song Lin answered gently, holding the little woman in his arms as he picked up the bag from the table and headed out.
“Don’t bring Madam out drinking again,” Song Lin told the assistant waiting outside.
“Understood, Boss.” In truth, the assistant was suffering inside. Before they got there, he hadn’t known Madam wanted to drink herself into oblivion. Waaah…
