When Sheng Jianan returned to the apartnt, it was already past eleven. He hadn’t actually spent much ti with Zhou Chengze, but since he had been drinking, there was a sll of alcohol on him. Many won don’t like their n to co ho reeking of alcohol, so he stood outside for quite a while until the scent faded before coming up.
Su Anle was lying in bed, holding a notebook. Translators cannot neglect their work for a day, let alone soone like her who had already taken several days off.
Earphones on her ears, she wrote furiously with her hand.
The highest level for a translator is simultaneous interpreting, which is Su Anle’s dream.
After listening to an article, she looked at what she had noted, took off the earphones, stretched her neck, and heard noises outside. She got up and walked out, seeing Sheng Jianan changing his shoes at the entrance.
He hadn’t co back even after ten, so Su Anle thought he had returned to the villa or the previous apartnt. She didn’t expect him to co here after all.
"You...,"
Su Anle hadn’t finished her sentence when she detected a faint scent of alcohol. Though very light, she clearly caught it and frowned slightly, "Did you drink?"
Sheng Jianan had already changed his shoes and walked up to her, pulling her into his embrace, "I’m sorry, don’t frown, don’t be mad. I promise not to drink again."
Su Anle: "..."
What’s the big deal?
Although drinking can harm the body, in her eyes, moderate drinking is acceptable as long as one doesn’t binge or get drunk.
She patted the man’s back and sighed, "How much did you drink? I’ll make you so honey water."
Sheng Jianan chuckled, "Not much, and I’m not drunk, so don’t be mad."
"I’m not mad. You sit on the sofa for a bit; I’ll make honey water."
"No need, just let hold you for a while."
Sheng Jianan hadn’t drunk much, and he certainly wasn’t drunk. He just wanted to hold her like this. Heaven knows how much he had longed for such a hug over the past three years.
The two of them held each other like a sculpture for five minutes before Sheng Jianan finally let go of her. Like a big boy, he ruffled his hair, "I’m going to take a shower."
Su Anle watched him walk into the bathroom, sighed, and still turned back to the kitchen to make him a cup of honey water.
Sheng Jianan showered quickly and ca out soon, a towel around his waist and another on his head, with drops of water falling from his forehead down to his neck, collarbone, and finally disappearing into the towel.
Perhaps the water temperature was just right, as the man’s skin had a blush to it, and his lips were dewy and sensuous.
Su Anle had only intended to hand him the honey water, but seeing this scene, she couldn’t help gulping. She wasn’t one to indulge in fantasies, but she had an instinctive appreciation for the male form.
Sheng Jianan caught her subtle expression keenly, stopped wiping his hair, and approached with the towel still on his head, taking the honey water from her hands, his eyes smiling with a hint of teasing, "Does it look good? Shall I remove the covers and let you see it all?"
"No... no need, just drink up."
Su Anle’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she turned her head away from him. Sheng Jianan gulped down the honey water and licked his lips, wondering why the honey tasted so sweet.
Setting the cup down, the next second, Sheng Jianan reached out, pulled her into his arms, and leaned down for a deep kiss.
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