Watching the Second Imperial Concubine’s flirtatious demeanor, her blushing face, and her soft, tipsy state, he gave a wicked smile.
"Since you say I only know how to talk, then I’ll let my mouth do the work."
When a person is drunk, their heart becomes drunk; when the heart is drunk, the person follows suit. He leaned in closer and closer. The Second Imperial Concubine’s face was as red as a peach, yet she maintained a tender grace that outshone any flower. Soft and breathless, she gave him a light push with her delicate fingers.
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