"Xun Mo."
The woman leaning in his arms, her face stained red with wine, whispered his name between her wet red lips and teeth.
"Can I call you Xunmo?"
Wen Mingyan could feel Ji Yunrong's strong heartbeat, but she didn't hear his reply for a long time.
That day, he was drunk. Taking advantage of his drunkenness, he held her in his arms in front of everyone and whispered in her ear, "Can you call me Xun Mo?"
The person in his arms pushed him away with a cold tone.
"Mr. Ji, you drink too much."
Intention: a marriage tied by a bunch of red threads