It was late at night and the car drove into the villa in a low profile.

An Lan, after playing for a whole day, was exhausted and lying on Feng Yu's back and into the house. She lay softly on the big bed, not wanting to move.

"Go to sleep, I'll take a shower." Feng Yu kissed her on the forehead and turned around and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of water was very clear in the quiet night. After a while, An Lan felt a little thirsty. She called Brother Yu, but Feng Yu did not hear it.

She got up and walked towards the counter, which contained mineral water and red wine.

Feng Yu did not allow her to drink drinks to hurt her stomach, but she really didn't want to drink mineral water, so she set her sights on red wine.

"I'll take a few secret sips, Brother Yu will definitely not find it." She glanced at the bathroom, learned Feng Yu's method to unscrew the bottle plug, and took a sip at the bottle.

Then, she frowned and almost squirted out the things in her mouth.

"It's sour and astringent. This one is harder than mineral water. How could Brother Yu like to drink this kind of drink?" An Lan frowned in disgust, stuffed the bottle cap and prepared to put it back.

But she hesitated again.

After the sour taste, there was a unique sweet taste between the lips and teeth. After savoring it for a while, her eyes fell on the red wine bottle again.

"Well, take another sip. Even if Brother Yu sees it, he won't scold me."

An Lan comforted herself, unscrewed the bottle and took two or three sips before she heard Feng Yu's voice behind her—

"Anning, what are you doing?"

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the bottle in An Lan's hand fell to the ground in fear. She looked like a child who did something wrong, turned her head and looked at Feng Yu timidly.

"Brother Yu, I, I didn't mean to...I'm thirsty, so..."

Feng Yu ran over and held her hand, not caring about the broken wine bottle at all, and asked with concern: "Is there any scratch?"

"No... hiccup..." An Lan shook her head, burped, and looked at Feng Yu with misty eyes.

A faint smell of alcohol came to her face, and Feng Yu raised her eyes and looked at An Lan's cheeks with redness. Her alcohol content was very poor, but after drinking a few sips of red wine, her eyes were already a little confused.

She fell softly in Feng Yu's arms, stretched out her hand to hold his face, and said in a daze: "Brother Yu... hiccup, why are you shaking... one or two, many brothers Yu..."

"You're drunk." Feng Yu reached out to put his hand around her waist and pinched her small nose, both angry and helpless.

"Drunk? What is drunk? Is it delicious?" An Lan smiled silly and asked, "Is it as delicious as Brother Yu's lips? I want to try it."

She said, tiptoed to bite Feng Yu's lower lip, and the force was too heavy and he frowned and hissed.

But soon, he turned passive to initiative, leaned over and kissed her lips, and tasted the sweetness between her lips and teeth.

The smell of wine spread between the two of them. An Lan collapsed limply and let him hold it. His hands subconsciously hugged his waist tightly, and a gentle murmur came from his mouth.

He picked her up and walked towards the room-

"Anning, I love you!" Feng Yu gently kissed and bit her lips, held her face, with an expression of seriousness and affection.

An Lan blinked his eyes and asked in confusion: "Brother Yu, what is love?"

"Love means you are in your heart, eyes, and mind... I just want to be with you. For the rest of my life, no one can separate us, Aning, say you love me."

"Brother Yu...I love you." An Lan murmured as he finished his words.

"Not enough, Aning, this is not enough. Looked in my eyes and said, "You love me..." Feng Yu held her face tightly, and the two of them were entangled in their eyes.

He wanted her to see clearly who was in front of her and who she loved.

"I love you, An Ning loves you." An Lan seemed to have been cursed, looking deep into his deep eyes, being caught in it, unable to extricate himself.

"Aning, I love you too!"

Feng Yu leaned over and kissed her lips again.

He was extremely gentle, tough and domineering, and did not give her any chance to hide. For the first time, he deeply felt the beauty of the two of them falling in love.

The night wind gently blows the gauze curtains by the window.
Chapter completed!