Chapter 429 Which Is Sweeter, He or the Wine

• Leng Yechen carried Tong Yimo back to the side of their bed before sitting her on his lap. The fragrance of roses filled the entire room while slowly stimulating the chemistry between them.
• “Which is sweeter—my kiss or that cup of wine?” Leng Yechen whispered softly in Tong Yimo’s ear while cupping her cheeks with his large hands. Then, he caressed her earlobes with his fingertips, sending a tingling sensation throughout her body that made her shudder.
• Leng Yechen quietly stroked Tong Yimo’s waist-length hair, which came loose like a waterfall and made the skin of her neck look unusually white.