Wife S*apping

“Are you drunk?” Pei Zheng wiped his hands, glanced at her, and, bending down slightly, lifted her up. “Not drunk.” She leaned against his neck, her voice slightly muffled by alcohol. “But…” “What?” Pei Zheng didn’t hear clearly. Jiang Ye repeated, her voice unbelievably soft, “I want you to hold me.” A feeling as if an invisible hand had grabbed his chest surged in Pei Zheng. Author Note: This is a work of fiction. It lacks coherence and moral values. Please do not attempt to imitate.